My fading sweet.

She danced on the tombstone that had her name carved in, I held her hand, holding on to what was once mine, our memories, etched in the very fabric of my being, her voice, always on repeat, like a sonnet playing in a broken record, her wedding dress glowed under the moonlight as she danced, her voice echoed in the silence of the graveyard, sweet as a melody, just as i remembered. I held on to her and like my life depended on it, But fate thought otherwise, she slowly rose into the starless sky, fading like the joys of youth, she was one with me, body and soul, if she disappered she took my heart with her. If i had the power to bring her back, i would, i realy would, but my tears cant fill a shattered cup, can it...... Inspired by the movie: corpse bride.