Fallen

What shall I do without you?
They said that it wouldn't get easier,
but never said how hard.
I've fallen for you my Dear,
by now that is clear.
My eyes sees stars, and my heart is under attack.

Heart fall

The beginning of each heart is the painful death of the other.
Each beat is a memory placed deep within its artery.
To lose a loved one,
is to have a severed body part.
Where its existence can only be verified by
your memory,
and as time wanes, so does your life.