The Broken Age

As many uneventful and dull days pass my nerves start to strike with delight As I see the most preprocessing creature Walking blindly on the open ground His eyes shimmered with a warm glow Even if they were as dark as the midnight skies. Fair skin glistening heavily Draining me from the magnificent sight While he cautiously caresses my soft hands Whispering sweet nothing's in each ear. Soon he let's go of my delicate hands Taking a deep breathe before wounding me once again Just the simplest words made me feel absolutely damaged Like when a puppeteer breaks his puppets limbs from his torso. For the first time in my life I couldn't say anything, not even a sarcastic retort, but just nothing, complete silence. I never knew a creature as beautiful as him could bury me underground from nothing but a horrid response.