PrinceZahn

I thought I came to terms with my newfound destiny these dreams of a future with you, And our little, sacred trinity lay shattered around me when you left... To somewhere higher you ascended, I pray - I pray you're no longer in pain. Yet still I'm here, clueless on how to begin yet again. And all these promises we made each other That I never, ever, could keep, They haunt me at night - in my wake as the dreams in my sleep... But we were supposed to be soulmates, my dear - "'Till death do us part" mustn't ambush this near! I thought I came to terms with losing my destiny... These shattered dreams of a future - with you and our little, holy trinity Thanks for our memories... mementos from once joyous melancholy These gifts of our past are all I've left.

every other day I wonder What do you love about me? Every day I fret if it will always be enough? but I hear you laugh and share with me the facets of your heart you gave me more than I could need before I took the part Every other day I ponder what's this charm of mine you see? Every day with no regret even when I do... foolish stuff. But I hear you laugh and share with me the whims behind the rose You gave me more than I could need before I held you close. my foolish heart, it hungered so it settles for only the best. How'd you find me, dear princess? Every other day you remark "you're an idiot." every time I'd grin, from the love behind the chide. 'cause I hear you laugh and share with me the follies on your mind you give me more than I could need no better I could find. Every other day, it's stronger our love endures, I feel it! every time I'd cry I still have you by my side. and you make me laugh and share with you the love I longed to give, You give me more than I could

New York. Midnight, Nineteen-fifty-two. In a grime-and-rime slick alleyway, The faint click and flash of a Zippo lighter sheds light on a face in the darkness, it's flame licks the thick tip of a cuban cigar, glowing red as a devil as it's vapors could cover the moon. "Never thought I'd find ya here, hon." Bittersweet exhaled her smoke skyward. "Tired o' playin' Superman yet?" "You tell me, darling." Said Justice John as he tossed a briefcase to her feet. "ten thousand dollars, now, let them go." Bittersweet smirked. "Nice work! Did you rob a bank for all this?" "No, I couldn't do it, Sweet. I'm... That is my family fortune. I'd rather live in poverty than embezzle someone's livelihood." "Well, ain't you a good egg?" "As you could've been. Sweet, you don't need this life of crime, you know. You could still turn yourself in. I'd vouch for you to get a lighter sentence." "That's peachy, hon, but I was born a bad seed, and I'd rather go to the grave as one, too." "Get to the point

There are many people out there who believe they live for 1 they seek the 1 they know the 1 they are the 1. but not every 1 can be this 1. for instance, 2 cannot be 1. where there are 2, in 2 lies conflict, 4 who'll be the 1. because it is either "my 1 or n0ne!" why can't every 1 have 1, and I have 1 as well? there is 1 simple answer, friends, it takes 2 to make 1. and 2 some people think your 1 is wrong, in fact, the paradox of 1 is masked as a 0-sum game. potentially infinite, yet how many hate 1? How many dare truly be al-one? Do you believe that life is ruled by math? Do you believe that 2 can't be okay? that 3dom is a sin? why is it wrong to respect ≠ity in such a quality world? So preciously we look out 4 number 1, we demonize the blessings of variance; "small change" of life's algorithms - vast, of all that is uncountable! of all that's unaccountable! Can a world of strength in numbers; singularity of union, even we measure absolution, for man's nigh-(∞) sins?

A good friend once told me that when I will fall - and I will fall at some point, because c'est la vie - to open my ears to the wind, to the beckoning call to the tears... and of course, you should hark to the immense thud when you hit rock bottom to fall no more so you can leave the dark clean off the mud and emerge from despair, to fall no more.

"Jasmine, you are so beautiful on the inside. I know, because when you ran out that day to the ER... I... was your lead surgeon." ---To be continued? (Probably not)

It was only a week... Only a week? 7 Days of unity 6 Nights of passion 5 Morns of harmony 4 Priceless gifts 3 Tons of chocolates 2 Lovers entwined 1 crushing goodbye... It was only a week, but a week is not enough! how much longer must we wait to meet again?

Every passing day Burdens we could once shrug off Turn harder to heal