Oneiroi ✓

part i - the kind of dreams to be let go

[ her pov ]

look at me, i see you, my gaze forever latched on yours/ the aura that emits from you is simply too irresistible/ how can i look away even for a second?/ i love the way your slender fingers move/ it's like watching a painter pick up a brush/ and swirl together dazzling colors/ just as i see you/ beautifully sketched in precise lines/ every dip and curve blended together to fit you/ it's all about you/

within us, sparks that clash/ like two imperfect halves of a heart/ that tumble together/ perfectly stitched and molded/ as always, i'm eyeing the crook of your honey-glazed smile/ so saccharine sweet, so incredibly divine/ i can feel it in my bones/ the way your eyelash droops when you're so concentrated/ the lovely shadows that dance across your milky white skin/ they flicker silently/ just like a beautiful work of art you are yourself/ when a stray strand of your midnight black hair falls down on your face/ it makes you look more innocent somehow/ how i wish i could run my fingers through that silky paradise/

i think i'm forever locked on you/ the dark irises that swirl in your eyes/  noticing every small detail of you/ the ominous light and that shimmer that dances in your eyes/ your emotionless, piercing gaze that never fails to leave me breathless/ your star-dusted cheekbones/ your unintentional scowls/ tainted frowns/ and faint creases on your forehead/  there is more to that/ your warm smoky breath/  leaving your lingering scent on me/ and your lips/ i long for to kiss me/ 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ♪: *.♬ .* :♫.*───

.....but that's when i pulled the trigger

instead of the loud blast of the bullet,

it plays a sweet melody..... 

oh were we more than just broken hearts?

was it all just sweet poison?

were you just someone but a face?

why was it that i couldn't look beyond you?

no matter how much i bled

i'd be restored by you

but was that really true?

you're nothing but a 

fragment of my imagination

to soothe and numb my pain,

to feed my bitter lies

what were you,

nothing more than just an achingly sweet memory?

your ethereal beauty, so utterly breathtaking

but then, you vanished into mere dust

afterall, there was no perfect love

we were all just stained hearts