carus-amatus-fascinum

[carus-amatus-fascinum]

Her and I

The world does not know her,

And I am terribly sorry

I wish your life could be in mine,

I am sorry

I took all of what you wanted,

And made it mine own

She is left with the emptiness that comes with barely a memory, just a feeling

The world did know her

I am terribly sorry

Our lives are forever intertwined

I'll be your happy

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[carus-amatus-fascinum]

It seemed no matter how he tried, it would always catch up to him. He'd ran, as fast as he could, as far as he could. Still, like a ghost, it haunts him. Wherever he goes.

Everyone's a bit of a clutz. He'd comfort Al about it many times.

"No worries, Àsta, it happens to the best of us"

He's the best of us, and just like Al, he hates when it happens. What he hates more though, is the fact that there's no one to help him. He's all alone, by choice. It was the best choice, and he stands by it.....or sits.

On the floor, hid in a corner somewhere about the house. No one could see him. No one was there.

Muffled sounds shook his arms.

Sobs. Cries. Pleas. Unanswered. No one was here. He was alone. He made sure of it.

To think -don't- all of this happened because of a spilt cup of water, a broken glass, the inability to let go.

'You don't have to,' he tells himself, 'You're alone here, you don't have to'

He tries, try his damndest, all to avoid the yellow chair.

'It's okay, Àsta, it happens to the best of us'

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[carus-amatus-fascinum]

What it's like

To hear the laughter from within

To feel the wind on your skin

Or blades of grass between your toes

Never only woes

For your loveless to extend

And Amatus to return

For nothing to contend

But sorrows don't burn

With an amiable heart

Holding charitable idles

With purposeful parts

Though the eyes' light dwindles

What it's like

To know all your senses

What it's like

For love so close

What it's like

With life filled with reason

What it's like

Though you barely have joy

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