sharpfinale

You, you are so bittersweet. A face that makes me smile Has the power to make me weep. Your laughing eyes intend no harm, A clever mouth speaks only of charm. Your handsome smile shames the stars Making them as beau'ful as old scars. All you want is naught but joy But I feel a sadness I can't avoid. Though happiest when you are there Happiness is usually shortlived; This is no different and still unfair. The goodness of you is too good to be true At least for me b'cause I'll ne'er, ever meet you. Dare I still say "love" even it is so? Surely there's some of you onscreen, you must've let go. I don't pretend to know who you re

You can burn out the stars and destroy his kind, Maybe even threaten a war. Kill the ones he love so much; Throw a paradox and make him watch. The desire to see him break, And the last Time Lord disappear today Has you mad mad mad with glee... Still, he never would. You can trap his soul in the sun; Use his darkest fears if you think that’s good fun. Break the walls of reality; Gather slaves to fulfill your needs. This you do with no regrets Still he may forgive, though not forget. So rage brings you to your last resort: To commit genocide on the universe. Yet another try to end the world At the heart of the Medusa swirl

Tell me what am I going to do with you? Where will we end up from here? Another desolate place, no better than the one before. I might as well end it now while it's still loved, unbitter. Don't give me your love, because I can't leave you. I will take you with me one last time. To a beautiful warm place. Similar to the one we first met at, made love. Smile, my love, for this is the last journey. Give me, my sweet, that blade of comfort. Don't cry, my dear, for I am next to you. Now sleep, my love, and I am there.

I find that some people never hear. They sit and listen to the flow of your voice, but never take in the desperation in it. They try to play out the role of the sympathizer to ensure that they have done their part. But no. Then when they cry...crying with their heart teared out and gushing in their hands...they expect you to hear. The desperation. No. So I sit, and I listen to the rhythm of your cries...