EternalNight11

Sometimes it seems like the sun itself has nothing on you. You smile, and suddenly, it's like someone turned up the brightness on the world. Time stops – my heart stops – whenever that boyish grin plays across your face.     The summer we spent by the lake is etched into my memory so clearly that, if it were a tangible thing, it would put the most impressive ancient carvings to shame. I remember the smell of the grass, of the willow tree by the pier, and, most importantly, your hair. You always smelled faintly of honeysuckle after we spent our mornings running through the bushes like they were our home.     The sounds of the bir

And he buried her there, Broken, dirty, Her lifeless form Eager to be reborn From roots and leaves, To the tall branches Of an oak, And the stones below Grew her name.