avenue assimilation

you’ve seen my world shatter without one touch of hand
you’ve seen my life scattered as burnt parchment sand
words began to write our fairytale which ended
even as we forsaw an end we simply pretended
that our world still held us in a warm embrace
trapped inside thoughts our minds can never replace
running through a dream felt only as the night
senses are devoured within a burden of delight
tendrils of fire dance throughout my heart
enchanted still by a love which has now depart
we passed through this world as a shooting star
the brightest glimpse of heaven which never fares far
i felt myself falling without a net beneath me
fading in a languor exhausted with eternity
forever never told us the moment time ran out
perhaps it only justifies the hour we do without
"ours forever" remains a scar i wear with pride
this heart of mine, a pain i shall forever abide.

she holds her heart in her hands…the constant beating a struggle to hear over, deafening to her ears. she tries to maintain the balance. her life full of good intentions which more often than not fall into bad temptations. her heart driven by passion, bleeds a world of her in which no one is able to understand. passion grows in leaps and bounds, falling just as quickly as it surged beyond sight. her passion is who she is, who sits in the quiet waiting for the moment doomed to never arrive. she is the hopeless romantic struggling to hold quick to the facade blanketing her world. she knows how her eyes deceive her, speaking of actions wanting a sweet release. she knows that her thoughts will weary one day, grow silent in her slumber as her passion refuses to go quietly into the night. dream of dreams forgotten, ones that someday begin anew. dreaming of dreams remembered, tempting another’s fate. dreamed of nightmares blind to the light, somehow creates a figment of things forgot. she is forgotten, she remembers to to breathe, and she is a reality reaching towards the light. sho holds you in forgotten slumber, close to the edge of never as forever mocks her just beyond reach. she feels flesh upon her hands, dreaming of a moment where passion dared not flee. a scent lingers within her struggling for its right of passage withing her will, bending her thoughts, she feels herself break, forgetting to breathe, losing the surface, quickly slipping away. her heart begins to race – a pounding within her chest demanding its right of freedom. racing from the things she can never understand, racing for the thing which drives her further. she feels the beating within a prison of self deceit, rapping on the bars, begging for defeat. the illusion of grandeur was upon her fingertips, teasing the passion of which she refused to be captive. she is but captivated to some other enchantment encompassing her will to be, holding out for the rapture as it beckons from behind closed doors. she can only remember,…what drives you on can drive you mad. she forgets to feel, forgets to fall, forgets to be. she is a passenger within her own life. she must remember who it is she refuses to become. she dreams of dreams forgotten, a million miles away. she peers in upon an open door, she dreams of things remembered locked behind a door inside. she dreams of all her passion rushing through her hands. she dreams of the pounding, struggling to hear. she dreams of the balance, holding her passion in her heart. she dreams of gently falling but bever hits the ground. she dreams of the moment when she and passion collided in an instant of clarity divided by thought.