The nights are long,
Long enough to make him count every second,
While he sat alone with just her memories,
Questioning is this how they're gonna end.
In the pale Moonlight,
Her flashbacks hit him hard,
His eyes sparkled, his love was still surreal
though, all that's in him is now just a broken heart.
He would cry, he would scream,
Weeping over the silliest of things
Cause, he barely could imagine a life without her,
Not Even in his worst dream.
For him, she was an equal part of his soul,
Perhaps the part that he called his better half.
And now,
once she's gone
She has left a void in him.
He's been halved,
And Without the rest half of his soul,
All that he has now become is just
A puzzle with lost pieces,
meaningless and incomplete.
His World Has Fallen