Chronicles Of Midnight

Understood

A piece of soul in ink and onto the paper it spilled.

Words overflow, but they are never understood.

Its like speaking but no one can hear you.

Its like loving someone who doesn't love you back.

Constantly caring and thinking about someone who doesnt even have the slightest thought about you..

Who forgot about you.

And just like that, she forgot about love.

That longing for love just turned into emptiness.

Her heart became silent to a cry for love.

It forgot what it meant to be cared for, to be longed for, to be loved.

Until she met him.

Him...he changed something about her.

Maybe took down one, two, even three bricks of that very high wall she built to keep her safe, safe from hurt.

He helped her find the love that she lost.

He gave her hope.

His eyes..oh there was something about his eyes.

Maybe she could see his soul through his soft crimson coloured eyes.

They were drawing her closer and every step closer felt more warm, comforting, safe, until she was so close that her lips met his.

In that moment she knew he was the one.

Every time his lips closed around hers she could feel her walls breaking down.

She craved for more.

She went into a different world only at his touch.

She got high on his kisses and addicted to his love.

Once again she knew what love was, what it meant to be loved and to love.