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Symphony of silver tears, sing to me and sooth the ring in my ears. Overcast these gloomy nights wear on, but I'm holding fast because it's darkest just before the dawn. I sang my princess fast asleep, 'cause she was my dream come true. Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you. But now those lonely lullabies, just dampen my tired eyes, because I can't forget you. Because I can't forget you.
The rain pattered gently against the roof of a sad, young man's apartment window. The skies loomed with dark clouds, heavy with the rain falling against the hot cement. Lightning struck here and there, and thunder boomed high in the air. Only being four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather made it seem like midnight. A dark room echoed with sobs of a young man. Tears rolled down his cheeks like the rain drops did on the window. Softly, they'd land on a pillow. The smell of his ex-lover covered the soft fabric, making his heart heavy with sorrow. Nothing could stop the boy's feelings of unhappiness. His first love left him for a life of partying. A life consumed by narcotics.
His brown-hazel like eyes watered with remorse, only the touch of him could ease his pain. Remembering the memories of him, only made his heart sink even lower.
Memories of how he used to sing this boy asleep, while cradling him in his arms. How he used to tell him, Gee and Frankie forever. But their forever was cut short by the addictive drug Marijuana and alcohol. The boy's, Frank's, body was weak. From days without sleep. Frank could find himself drifting away, to what he thought was a dream. A dream where him and Gerard were together again. His lover holding him tightly. Then, quickly it would morph into a nightmare. Eyes popping open, soon to be filled with tears. Scared of what his dreams would bring to him, he never closed his eyes. Also, for the fact that each time he had ; he saw his black haired raven.
Sprawled out on an empty bed, one spot that was never to be filled again, unless his boa came back to him, he sobbed while holding a teddy-bear tightly. One that he had given him. It's fur was a raven black color and it's eyes hazel.
"This is your snuggle-bear for when I'm gone. It'll remind you of me, so you won't feel lonely."
Stringy dark brown hair relaxed in front of Frank's eyes, hiding the dark circles and tears. Quietly, he sang to himself ;
"Bastard in love, there's no turning back. Punish your lover, and then just turn your back. Punish your future, to spite your past. Love turns to hate, with every spell you cast. You keep waiting for the love that you want to feel, but you'd never believe it. When they tell you that love is real, you keep wishing... But, my love is real. My love is real. My love is real. My love is real. Bastard in love, they push, you shove. There's no point in asking, you'll never know why. You run and don't listen, I sit home and cry. My heart sinks further, with each of your lies. You keep waiting for the love that you want to feel."
His favorite band, his favorite song. Sadly, this was one of the many lonely lullabies that he listened to. All they could do, was just dampen his tired eyes. Because, truthfully, these lullabies only made him remember Gerard more. Not forget him. It's always hard to forget your first love. But, this made it even harder.
No, he would not forget Gerard soon. Because, hope drives him on. Hope that maybe he'd sober up ; remember what he had lost. Someone who would never replace him. Someone that would love him no matter what went down. Someone..someone that would wait until kingdom come..
"No, I won't forget you."
The rain pattered gently against the roof of a sad, young man's apartment window. The skies loomed with dark clouds, heavy with the rain falling against the hot cement. Lightning struck here and there, and thunder boomed high in the air. Only being four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather made it seem like midnight. A dark room echoed with sobs of a young man. Tears rolled down his cheeks like the rain drops did on the window. Softly, they'd land on a pillow. The smell of his ex-lover covered the soft fabric, making his heart heavy with sorrow. Nothing could stop the boy's feelings of unhappiness. His first love left him for a life of partying. A life consumed by narcotics.
His brown-hazel like eyes watered with remorse, only the touch of him could ease his pain. Remembering the memories of him, only made his heart sink even lower.
Memories of how he used to sing this boy asleep, while cradling him in his arms. How he used to tell him, Gee and Frankie forever. But their forever was cut short by the addictive drug Marijuana and alcohol. The boy's, Frank's, body was weak. From days without sleep. Frank could find himself drifting away, to what he thought was a dream. A dream where him and Gerard were together again. His lover holding him tightly. Then, quickly it would morph into a nightmare. Eyes popping open, soon to be filled with tears. Scared of what his dreams would bring to him, he never closed his eyes. Also, for the fact that each time he had ; he saw his black haired raven.
Sprawled out on an empty bed, one spot that was never to be filled again, unless his boa came back to him, he sobbed while holding a teddy-bear tightly. One that he had given him. It's fur was a raven black color and it's eyes hazel.
"This is your snuggle-bear for when I'm gone. It'll remind you of me, so you won't feel lonely."
Stringy dark brown hair relaxed in front of Frank's eyes, hiding the dark circles and tears. Quietly, he sang to himself ;
"Bastard in love, there's no turning back. Punish your lover, and then just turn your back. Punish your future, to spite your past. Love turns to hate, with every spell you cast. You keep waiting for the love that you want to feel, but you'd never believe it. When they tell you that love is real, you keep wishing... But, my love is real. My love is real. My love is real. My love is real. Bastard in love, they push, you shove. There's no point in asking, you'll never know why. You run and don't listen, I sit home and cry. My heart sinks further, with each of your lies. You keep waiting for the love that you want to feel."
His favorite band, his favorite song. Sadly, this was one of the many lonely lullabies that he listened to. All they could do, was just dampen his tired eyes. Because, truthfully, these lullabies only made him remember Gerard more. Not forget him. It's always hard to forget your first love. But, this made it even harder.
No, he would not forget Gerard soon. Because, hope drives him on. Hope that maybe he'd sober up ; remember what he had lost. Someone who would never replace him. Someone that would love him no matter what went down. Someone..someone that would wait until kingdom come..
"No, I won't forget you."
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First one I've written in ages. |D Comments4
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I love Lonely Lulluby. It's the reason Adam Young shouldn't sing sad songs. It almost made me cry xD
And this is good, btw
And this is good, btw