He left me in a state of delirium. A mental deadlock. A pounding heartache. A treatment of which no price could pay back.
Floating in oblivion, rests an asymmetrical theory. A theory of why he left without a eulogy.
Was it because of my hair?
Was it because of my skin?
The gifts he brought before are worth nothing now.
A mere smile; that's all it takes to watch me crumble down...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
He left me alone,
Thoughtless; without a clue.
The fireworks. Tall sparkling pillars of colour, shooting up into the night sky. That's the last memory I have of him.
Our fingers intertwined; are hearts raced in sync. His hot breath on my neck; My burning blushed cheek resting against his chest.
Yesterday - That's when his heart left me. Funny enough it never yesterday never exists.
Tomorrow - That's when I want him back.
For now, I will keep dreaming; until Tomorrow arrives.
