If he only knew how she refuse to let him go even when he was gone ~

She knew he was gone when his " call me when you reach home " reduced to " bye " and his unsaid goodnight with kisses turned to " gn tc sd ". ~

She had the prettiest eyes
& prettiest smile with
Wounds on her heart and
bruises on her soul~

He cubbed her in his arms to sleep,
even her demons snored that night ~

He didn't lie
he just gave her false hopes~

She was his dawn of bliss
He was her dusk of wounds,
Each day they came up to
See and touch
They couldn't stay for long
But they looked perfect together ~