

Our Breakdown, ReconstructedShe brushes my heart A touch like finest velvet Yet chills, cold as ice.Our Breakdown, Reconstructed
In moments gone by Memory of searing pain A ghost of the past.
Her silent return Though worthy of more fanfare My heart's hana-bi.
A celebration Beyond the concept of love In darkness we stand.
Our view locked in past Should we turn to the future Our hearts could adapt.
Don't forget my love In the void you inhabit I'll lend you my light.
Return to my arms There's no need to turn from us Just know who we are. &nb


she is beautiful, then goneshe's a fire - so brilliant and so bright; then in an instant, she is gone without a trace. you scan the skies for a glimpse of her light; "bring back my lady to me, her pain I will erase."she is beautiful, then gone
her beauty flickers upon her too-pale complexion; as if the fire in her can't be put out by any. you speak to her in words of pure love, pure affection; poetry pours from your lips, to be heard by the many.
volumes of sweet prose, hearts lost and found; questions that require answers not quite so clear. "can we rebuild the love with which we are bound? can we bridge the gap, co