Goodnight, love

The Shadow of a Skater

The ice skater,
Dancing in delicate ice,
Not wanting to crack it,
Afraid to fall down.

One mistake of a twist,
Then she might break the ice,
That divides her love and hate,
And tear out his heart.

It's okay to tear her heart out,
As long as his is in piece,
But his heart would be broken,
If her's was shred to half.

He'd tried to piece it back up,
With the half of his heart,
Trying to glue it with more love,
Love that would not stick.

As she listen to Mozart playing,
Her heart beats fast,
He's watching by the sidelines,
At the girl he once had.

All the thoughts were spinning,
Churning in her mind,
As she smiled her half smile at him,
Assuring that it was okay.

He's now a mere shadow of a memory,
One imprinted in her mind,
Painted there forever,
With the colors it will always hold.

Even when sun shows up,
Casting shadows upon it,
It'll stay the same as ever,
For their love never dies.

She knows she's cracked the ice,
When it's cries reached her ears,
She was forced to stop,
Afraid to break him more.

Maybe there were better girls,
In a better warrior dress,
That would grace the ice as she did,
Love him better than her.

He knew that no one would,
That she'd be the only one,
That will hang the moon up,
That she'd be the only one to grace his heart

But he had to break the ice for her,
So she'd never have to break it,
It's better to hurt him, he thought,
But in the end they were both hurt.

A throbbing stab of an icicle,
That stopped their beating hearts,
She hated him for it,
But he never hated her.

He would always remember her,
Her dance ever so graceful,
The memory of every twists and slips,
Would forever be imprinted in his mind.

Painted in bright colors,
And the shine that she held,
The beads on her white dress,
Sparkling under the moon.

The glimmer that she held,
Would never be forgotten,
As they hammer down the nails,
On his wooden grave.

He's sure his last thoughts,
Would be how she graced his life,
How she met another man,
An that genuine smile.

All the memories that painted him a rainbow,
One that had silver and white,
He'd sure to never forget,
The space she had in his heart.

It will be there forever,
In either paths he go,
In heaven or the demons,
He will always remember her forever...