Lips made for love and wine, his fathomless and deep, sad brown eyes. Small lanterns against the darkest winter night. Each atom, each piece of you sings for me. Why is something so beautiful so hard to keep? All stars fizzle out and die in our hands; do you still grasp your dreams with two hands? I felt the cold face of a lie, sliding down my spine. It's been too long, our memories too strong- we cannot heal this with time. Never, never again, will I be yours or you be mine.

Fate will either give a ground to fall on, or wings to fly.

And I know, as the winter wind's fingers kiss my face, soft as a lover's sigh- there's only hard ground tonight.