lordelessar

Red Road


so I guess it is true as life goes on, one becomes a tortured soul by the most devastating sensationlove missing you everyday is a torture not listening to your voice is an eternal punishment my love, my sweet, never forgotten, love I miss your laughteryour sense of humor the only thing that really made me smile you spoiled me like a child that, every day, is fed by his mother like the sand that needs the swift touch of the sea like the tree that dreams of every noon's breeze like the grass that awaits the fresh dew of the morning

you my loveyou my dear perfect in the eyes of my heart my soul await you in the next life for life is extinct by your last breath and I, only I, will burn for you in the eternal fire of destiny

one might think of love as life, but I think of love as freedom of condemnation condemned by your memoir is more of an honor for a warrior like me kill me once again with your spontaneous love letters kill me once again with your sudden disappearance but kill me once and for all for I bled my last dropand there is a river of life painting this road