Goodnight Sweetheart
A monologue with a story type ending. Please comment.
My fears play like lullaby's teasing me into tormented sleep. They keep me captive awake, waiting for the scream that never comes. As I think that it will never end the one and only thought that goes through my mind is the truth ... solitude is the key to forever. When you have no-one to love you have no-one to lose. Then I wonder what love is and come up with an answer, Love is when the last kiss is as good as the first. When the world could end and all you would notice is the sorrow in your lover’s eyes. Love is the others happiness, even if it means letting them love someone else because it will make them happy. Love is accepting someone for who they are and not wanting them to ever change.
When there is always something new to learn about them. When you can look into their eyes and see that they love you as much as you love them. When you realize that you love them so much you smile when they smile at you, when even after years your heart flutters when they say your name. Love is knowing that you will never love anyone more than them and savoring each moment because you know that love is a rare and precious thing to be held tightly. Love is they key to eternity, when you look at them and know that you belong. When you would die to save the other and in return they would die to save you. I think if this is truly love I must be without for the darkness haunts my dreams and the black feathers shuffle around me.
They say dreams are a mix between thoughts and emotions … what about nightmares? Always ending the same, the crows yellow eye and the white shape that haunts my very being, the white crow. He looks for me still as I live only to run from him. Cursed to never find solace or love on this hell we call earth. He finds me last, a true evader and he wastes no time but as my dying breath escapes my red lips his follow behind. My last words a lament of longing and final peace and his two I will never understand for the white crow died as I did from love, his love for me and mine returned. It had been love I was running from but still his last words stayed with me as mine were drowned out. Goodnight Sweetheart.
When there is always something new to learn about them. When you can look into their eyes and see that they love you as much as you love them. When you realize that you love them so much you smile when they smile at you, when even after years your heart flutters when they say your name. Love is knowing that you will never love anyone more than them and savoring each moment because you know that love is a rare and precious thing to be held tightly. Love is they key to eternity, when you look at them and know that you belong. When you would die to save the other and in return they would die to save you. I think if this is truly love I must be without for the darkness haunts my dreams and the black feathers shuffle around me.
They say dreams are a mix between thoughts and emotions … what about nightmares? Always ending the same, the crows yellow eye and the white shape that haunts my very being, the white crow. He looks for me still as I live only to run from him. Cursed to never find solace or love on this hell we call earth. He finds me last, a true evader and he wastes no time but as my dying breath escapes my red lips his follow behind. My last words a lament of longing and final peace and his two I will never understand for the white crow died as I did from love, his love for me and mine returned. It had been love I was running from but still his last words stayed with me as mine were drowned out. Goodnight Sweetheart.
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