Light shines,
In your dark eyes.
Dazzling,
A star,
Descended to earth.
Round glasses,
Shaping,
Your large eyes,
Accentuating your long lashes.
Spiky hair of yours,
Standing on end,
Afraid,
Of the impulsive things,
You're always up to.
Late at night,
In the wee hours,
Who knew,
That such a dark sky,
Can be lit up,
By talking to you.
Hyperactive in nature,
Bursting with energy.
While I lay around,
Moping,
A breathe of your energy to me,
Transforms me,
Into a whole new being.
The golden sparkles around you,
A magical phenomenon.
The dust,
Of happiness,
Doused onto you.
A hot desert,
You're forced to walk through.
The oil of happiness,
Evaporates quickly.
Descending further,
From the sky to the earth,
And now to,
Rock bottom.
The magical aura,
That fills the room wherever you go,
Vapourised, vanished,
Into the thin air,
That suffocates your laughter.
The lack of oxygen,
Sucks away your laughter,
Climbing the mountain,
All the way to rock bottom.
The higher you get,
The harder to breathe,
Yet the sadder you get.
A painful irony alert,
To try to resuscitate you.
Was it all in vain?
Was it all for show?
I try to revive,
The second life within you,
The emotional side of you.
You're breathing,
Eating,
Sleeping,
Yet you feel so far away,
Dead to the world.
So full of sadness,
Masked so well.
Under the mask,
You roam free,
A facade of happiness,
An entertaining play,
Which I hadn't know,
I was part of.
I fell for it.
Never did I know,
That you crumbled,
Until I found the broken rubble,
Of the scene of massive destruction,
Right under my feet,
Down at rock-bottom,
As I descended with you,
Hand in hand.
