Her eyes start to lose its kindered shine,

 While the static of half of a heart becomes her beat,

Cold hands touch but cold lips don’t call.

Fingers are crossed-sell their dreams for lies.

Let parts of her stay.

Her and his broken thoughts appear the same,

She thinks of all the things that now refuse to be the same.

The sun drinks away her shine.

Why does her blood still stay?

The sound of panicked pacing is marched to the beat,

It’s now time for even more hurtful lies,

Cold hands still call.

He sits and waits for the call,

Yet time remains forever the same.

Some truth and some hopes are told, along with a pinch of lies.

Anything can be said so she can shine.

She knows though, of the predictable nature of time and how it beats.

He longs for her to stay.

Never more had she felt forced to go yet aching to stay.

 Black boxes and golden pearls echo out in a soft call;

Time begins to sway in a mismatched beat.

Though she no longer care for falling out of place or staying the same;

It’s now rare to see smiles a glow and lit with shine

Him and her stop believing in all of the lies.

Yet the boy remains, still searching for hope in an ocean of lies.

She’s a prisoner again, frozen and chained to stay

No matter how many flowers sent-there is no shine.

How many cards were sent and how many former lovers bothered to call?

She decides fate is unkind but it’s still fate all the same.

The boy isn’t used to such a melancholy and eerie beat.

Her heart soon becomes an uneven and mute beat;

He gave up on hope, he gave up on the truth and he grew tired of lies.

Nothing and everything is going against what was the same.

Why, he asks, why did he have to stay?

Cruel fate made its call.

Not even the stars nor sun nor golden pearls, in his eyes shine.

She no longer wanted to be kept as an object meant to stay.

What use came out of those ashen lies?

Her eyes no longer held life nor life’s shine.