buttermilkmoon

'Tis the day you left,
          	The day you became a ghost,
          	Leaving me all alone in this dark-themed love.

buttermilkmoon

He stood up from where he was sitting holding three white roses with a strong grip causing more blood to drip on the pebbles where he was standing on.  He softly smiled while looking at me. But in his eyes, I could see the pain and suffering as if he was forced to do things he didn't even want.  I hurriedly ran towards him to get the roses out of his hands but when I was about to be able to just touch his hands, he disappeared. Into thin air.  And that was the last time I ever saw him.