LAMARIA

Sound is scares when Light is rare...The world stops...

My mind a portal to secret cinema's...

Housing sacred films all my own...

When love was "Us" and you an undeserving gift...

Light spared its last to embrace your face...

Tears flood my eyes... Blood rushes to my face...

Yet I feel washed out, The color of white...

Overwhelmed, Emotions resurrected remembering cold nights warmed by what was once "Us" Nothing like a love that warms your heart and soul constantly reminding you of all the beauty in life...

Wanting to create life to share a life and never lose the Warmth  the Happiness the Love the "Us"...

In a Star light twinkle hope embraced chance steeling time all to snatch a gift descending from heaven...

Like Kings up high the world at our feet... Weak... Ha... There were so many clues...

Missed... Miss placed... Lost... Defeated... Undeserving but allowed to keep "Us" in the form of you... 

Beautiful just like chance...

Taking comfort in hope laying so close to you.