My life is the sun, when you are here.
The reason I can lift my head high, because of you.
Life is forever in a moment, looking into your eyes.
I would give the stars to lay like this, a frozen moment.
Life is you. And you are mine.
But only in my dreams.

I stand at the gates to the light of the world.
Who can say the same, for few have ever been gifted with the sights that I’ve seen.
I stand at the gates to the light of the world.
But it compares not to you.
For what light is truly pure, if you are not with me?
My world is dark when I awake.

My heart grieves.
I shall not know you.
From a far I hear the whispers of ifs and maybes…
But I am no fool.
You are a star far beyond my reach.
There is no light here.

The suffering, I bring upon myself.
The tears come, and I cannot stop them.
I yearn, I need.
You are not the one for me.
Maybe? No. Hope is the bane of man.
You do not see me.

The light is different, but exists.
So I wish that I were someone else—
But wishes are not reality. And dreams are whispers in the wind.
My lament changes nothing.
My heart refuses to give up its last grasp of hope and moonlight.
My mind is tortured.

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Broken. Tired. I stand alone.
Beautiful as the morning, distant as the furthest star.
A plastic image in a magazine, a reality of another world.
I am real.
But you are no longer.
When must I awake?

Time passes and I struggle.
You are gone. But you were never here.
I sing the lament of your passing.
But you were never here.
What grieves me more, I know not.
You pass and I must not care. Or I am lost.

Heavy as stone, it weighs on me.
I scream and scream and scream to the heavens.
Am I forever alone?
You cannot see me – for you aren’t here.
Why am I tortured?
I wish only to let go.

Save me. Love is a painful thing.
It is not light, but dark agony, slick with oil, weighing my soul into hell.
I wish for it not.
I want to live – but I cannot forget your light.
For that I am punished.
I am in a constant state of hope and wishes.

You are too far away to touch.
My beautiful moonlight, my romance lullaby.
But you don’t exist.
Not for me.
In my pool of tears, I don’t want to feel anymore.
You will never know me. And I will never know you.