He said, ''You look beautiful today, baby.''
(But the truth is
that she had mascara smeared all over her face
because she just realized her muse disappeared.
You were always the thing that killed her nerves.)Whenever you smothered her neck in kisses
she always would have a light in her eyes.
You were always her little piece of heaven.
You were the only thing that made her smile.
(All she ever lived for was you.) 








If a thousand words describe a picture, what could I end up with this? I could end up with a heart, something that's beautiful inside, something that you can wear on your sleeve, but is always beating until the last moment. Faster when that person is with you, and slower when you know they won't be coming back.
It slows until it has no more reason, and finally realizes, he's gone then feels a searing pain, a stab, a heart attack, and decides that maybe it's time to go with him.. <3