*“He lived like he had nine lives,
she knew he barely had one.”
In the first light of dawn,
he danced, a reckless spirit,
embracing every whisper of the wind.
She watched, her heart heavy,
knowing his shadow grew longer,
time slipping like sand.
“He lived like he had nine lives,
she knew he barely had one.”
Their laughter echoed through twilight,
a melody of stolen moments,
each touch a fragile promise.
She clung to his smile,
a lifeline in the gathering storm,
her whispers lost in the roar of fate.
“He lived like he had nine lives,
she knew he barely had one.”
Midnight found him restless,
chasing dreams that burned too bright.
She wove her love into a tapestry of sighs,
each thread a plea for more tomorrows,
a prayer to hold back the inevitable dawn.
“He lived like he had nine lives,
she knew he barely had one.”
The days grew shorter,
his laughter quieter,
a ghost of the man who once defied the stars.
She kissed his fading breath,
her tears a river of sorrow,
knowing his time was slipping away.
“He lived like he had nine lives,
she knew he barely had one.”
Alas, the night was still,
a silence that screamed of loss.
She held him as he fell,
his last breath a whisper of her name,
their bond, a fleeting echo,
forever etched in the shadow of the moon.*
(idk why i wrote this, i just did.)