Fading

First love, her first love,
That awful night brought him to her,
The vacancy of lost hearts and souls perhaps cried out for a connection,
So there he was, so broken to perfection,
Innocence soaked in cold bravery,
That tasteful moment had them lost in reverie,
He liked her eyes and she liked his back,
And that was the beginning of a beautiful picture slowly being painted black,
Weeks then months became part of this knot,
Magic fades too,
He felt it inside, but his lips spoke not.

He had these little dreams at midnight, not with her in the books,
Not her voice, not her breathtaking looks,
Meditation got his thoughts on hooks,
He loved her right? just not right,
Beautiful music was written but left unsung,
Ripples to tides, this boat had sank,
Perhaps the story ended before it began,
Before they could watch the moon from the river bank.

There she is,
In her figment she's still his,
By love and choice,
Missing him now, craving to hear that voice,
She still has his pictures glued to the pretty side,
Tell me he does too,
Tell me she's still in reach of his inner sight,
Tell me she's still he's pride,
Coz it's midnight and he's dreaming again,
Tryna pull her back, but it's all in vain.