ThisShallForeverBeThyDreams

I just can't seem to find that small bulb,
It catches so quickly, but runs away without a trace,
So quickly, so fast,
So far, so leave me,
Take it with you, I can't ever see your beautiful voice again.

What have I become? What's your story?
You're no longer "honey,"
Just hello, goodbye, so quickly,
So fast, so far, so leave here,
Our tiny sprout has withered to a frail, hollow,
Desolate, decayed vine that sits on the window sill,
Collecting my tears and thoughts, as I look out,
The only window I ever saw you through,
Why, oh why, has it always been this way?

So quickly and so fast,
So far and why don't you just leave me?
Just remember to sing for me, when you leave,
Because honey, you're my blackest mistake,
You're the best one ever, you're my greatest mistake,
You were the future, but my future is now a black hole,
Forever incasing my heart with the inability to care,
It was all I had left, this godforsaken life,
But you've decided to become a thief.

Small roads here and there always mislead me,
I find myself enveloped by the shadows,
Of this final thought, I thought it was only an option,
I've been wrong, never this right,
Slowly dead, taking a last breath, I could only see your voice,
All of these colours, striking my eyes at the sight of you,
Your voice, it's so fast, it's gone so quickly,
But it never stops replaying, it never ever,
Ever has ended for me, crawling down this lonely hallway.

This final thought, called my option, looks like an animal,
The option is an animal, peeking through my heart,
Staring into the voice of you,
It was killed by the colours, a striking so shroud,
So hidden it wasn't ever seen,
That thought I had, wasn't ever anticipated by the colours,
They couldn't understand, because they themselves are the shroud.

Could we have lived a marvelous myth,
That stated the sights of our time, through blacks and whites?
I never did think that I ever could have belonged, anywhere near the shroud,
Their shells even shriveled, and fell beneath my feet,
But our little vine, may have just made its way up that window,
And into your core once more,
I suppose, perhaps we're never to see this future,
Of both our colours, because it was never grey,
It was always in blacks and whites, those finals thoughts,
So very pleasuring to us, seeing that bulb light up for a final goodbye.
Just seeing your voice, made all the others go away,
Made my eyes leak while I looked at you, I saw your voice,
I saw the sentimental colours, again in seeing them all go away,
I saw only our hands, so tightly entwined,
Ever so lovely, was that sight,
And even as we thought this was a mistake,
It was always meant to occur, because we're both sitting here,
With our hands so tightly entwined, so tightly,
So close, so just stay here,
Don't ever leave, don't ever say goodbye again,
Because I'm just that animal, that looked through you,
I'm just waiting, for that last frame,
To always be replayed as a wave through my head,
Because the wave is your voice, to be our love.