I pressed play,
closed my eyes,
Memories of you,
Lay frozen in time.
Our love story,
is no tragedy.
Past mystery,
Now clear to me.
I've not forgotten,
Our poetry love,
Our fantasy world,
We'll always long.
Yes, I still wake,
With your name on my lips.
Yes, I still cry,
When the black creeps in.
I've been fed demons,
In blood black lands.
I've been fed light,
Love and romance.
I have not left,
Only forgiven.
I've engraved this promise,
Set in thick crimson.
You're here to stay,
Wherever you go.
My love is yours,
Your soul will know.
I will not speak,
Only let you be.
All will heal,
You wil
My name is Lena and I am 20 years old. I do hair, makeup, and fashion design. I am a strong believer in women rights. One thing that angers me most is women who still believe men over power them. In today's society a woman can achieve equally to that of a man.