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As I lie under the warm covers waiting for sleep to claim my body, a faint singing rose from within the darkness. It was a hauntingly beautiful male voice that captivated my soul. The music spread its wings and wrapped me in its embrace. Then I saw him, my Phantom, who has been showing me how to let my song be released into the night and soar higher than even before. In the cocoon of music's passion is where I always felt safe and secure knowing that the Phantom will always protect me from the harsh reality of day's light.
A smile spreads across my face as I slowly pulled myself out of the bed and I stride over to where the mysterious man waited for me to join him. Inside my heart fluttered rapidly longing to be set free of the silence but I forbid any vocals to escape into the night until he commands me to. I placed my pale small hand into his gloved one, a perfect fit. My smile widen when I stared into his sad emerald green eyes filled with loneliness and love.
I am naught but a child in many eyes of those who cast me from their sight but my Phantom made me feel like a woman and I feel alive in his presence. My beautiful long hair was braided for the evening and the nightgown swept past my ankles. As we continued to stare into each others eyes, I realized that there was no more singing but I can still feel the music swirling around us.
"My dove," he whispered in a smooth velvet tone which made me weak in the legs, "Tonight, I will make all your dreams come true." He pressed his lips against me and I shot upward like a rocket when I kissed him back. Nothing will bring me down again.
A smile spreads across my face as I slowly pulled myself out of the bed and I stride over to where the mysterious man waited for me to join him. Inside my heart fluttered rapidly longing to be set free of the silence but I forbid any vocals to escape into the night until he commands me to. I placed my pale small hand into his gloved one, a perfect fit. My smile widen when I stared into his sad emerald green eyes filled with loneliness and love.
I am naught but a child in many eyes of those who cast me from their sight but my Phantom made me feel like a woman and I feel alive in his presence. My beautiful long hair was braided for the evening and the nightgown swept past my ankles. As we continued to stare into each others eyes, I realized that there was no more singing but I can still feel the music swirling around us.
"My dove," he whispered in a smooth velvet tone which made me weak in the legs, "Tonight, I will make all your dreams come true." He pressed his lips against me and I shot upward like a rocket when I kissed him back. Nothing will bring me down again.
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To be honest
This pain is like dumping water into empty lungs and trying to have faith that it is air.
Painting the Mona Lisa in the dark, blindfolded, seems more feasible.
This mind shakes at the soft, pattering quiet that whispers nothing is worth being happy: rears its head on the best days.
"Hopeless"
is the
vicious
heartbeat mantra
-tied to my translucent pulse.
Choking on droplets and begging the water to birth oxygen.
Slowly drowning, praying the whole damn ocean will swallow me
if it's not going to let go.
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Now That You're Not Near
I've never felt the cold
More than I do now
Cold was my friend
It comforted me
Or maybe that was just you
Shielding me from its bitter bite
I've never feared the dark
More than I do now
Darkness was chaos
But I reveled in its mystery
Or maybe that was you
Leading the way to the light
I've never hated the sun
As much as I do now
The sun is warmth
Something I have no need for
Now that you're gone
I no longer wish to see the light of day
I never cared for the future
As much as I should have
I had been happy as we were
You were always by my side
But now that you're not here
Our future will never come
Suddenly I realize I've always felt th
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Does it even matter now ?
"Say, does it really matter now?" A voice that always haunt me,
"I don't know...Why do you always ask?" I questioned back like always.
"Don't you think, you should just give up on trying? Isn't it just hurting you?" That voice continues,
"It is, but I don't want to be alone." I answered hesitantly.
"Isn't being alone better than letting them treat you as a tool than as a friend?" The voice argued back.
I remained silent and became more and more hesitant on my choices.
"Does it really matter, why not just throw away your care?" The voice said sadly,
"Why not just throw it all away, so it won't hurt. Why not just give it up and be yoursel
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Here is a glimpse at my new story "The Phantom of the Opera Retold"
Based on the novel by Gaston Leroux
I would like to know what you guys think
Based on the novel by Gaston Leroux
I would like to know what you guys think
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Sounds quite romantic.