to of love, is to of lost

To of loved is to of lost. 

And for once I pray, I never love. 

For the castle we have built crumbles down around us. 

Our love, as fleeting as the embers that fly from the windows. 

 

An insatiable loss is felt between us. 

My love knew no bounds, my heart was yours. 

The future we saw and the bond we built. 

It was never as impenetrable as we thought it to be. 

 

I will forever mourn the loss of us. 

And how your sweet nothings float away. 

 

There is nothing left here for me.