Last Kiss

Title: Last Kiss
Author/Artist: Samara
Rating: R
Fandom: RPF (real person fiction)
Pairing: Rini/Mellie implied
Theme: Inspired by
Prompt 7
Genre/s: Tragedy, Romance
Warnings: Character death, sadness
Words: 1,612
Summary: Sometimes fate is kind. Sometimes it is difficult. Sometimes it is playful. And sometimes it is cruel.
Disclaimer/Claimer: This was written for pleasure only. None of this is true and I make no implications toward the thoughts, emotions or sexual preferences of anyone involved in this story.
A/N: This story isn't violent, but it is a bit disturbing and very, very sad. If you are softhearted, it will either bring tears to your eyes or make you cry. Please do not read if you are easily upset.

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She intrigued me. She always had. When
I met her, I knew instantly that she would be something special. I never saw
her then. Not outside of pictures. We lived too far apart for that. But I
didn't need to see her to love her. I didn't need to touch her to hold her. I
didn't need to kiss her to taste her. Her essence surrounded me no matter where
I went. If I wanted to kiss her, all I needed to do was breathe, because I knew
that our love was in the air, and that was all that mattered. We could have
been countries, planets, galaxies apart, but as long as our hearts were linked,
nothing could separate us.

I hurt her a few times. I know I did.
But I also know she forgave me those hurts, and I did apologize for them. That
was just another aspect of her personality that made
me love her. Her capacity to forgive and to forget.
The way she always took me back when I felt that I didn't deserve her. The way she would reassure me when I told her so.

I can't really say when I fell in love
with her. It just happened. There was definitely attraction, but neither of us
could safely say when that attraction turned into love. I don't think you're
supposed to be able to pinpoint it. People who claim they know the exact moment
in time when they fell in love are spewing bullshit. Nobody knows that moment,
not even your heart. Your heart isn't concerned with time. Its only concern is
the one it loves, and if they happen to fall over weeks, months, years or a
single night, then that's what they do. But as humans, it is a defaulted fault
of our makeup to never truly realize what is there for the loving until later
or until it's shown to us by either our own ignorance or our own stupidity.

Hey you. Dumb ass.
Look down. Love's at your feet.

Ignorance and stupidity have their
places in the world, and sometimes it's to show you that without them, you
could never meet realization and enlightenment. So everything has its place.

But I am wandering off the topic at
hand. Samara. My Sammie. Samara Rini Morgan. I usually just called her Rini. Why?
Because everyone else called her Samara, and she just wasn't an
everyone else to me. She was special and deserved to be shown that by a
different name. My Rini. My
Rini-bird.

I bet you are probably wondering what
the point of this incessant rambling is, aren't you? Truth be told, there
really isn't one. It's a musing on the past and what I had before life took
that away from me. It's the only way I can grieve for her without wanting to
join her. I always thought we would die together. When we would lay
side-by-side at night after finally deciding that we loved each other enough to
spend forever together, we would always plan our lives and our deaths. We were
supposed to die at 105, hand in hand, side-by-side and with smiles on our
sleeping faces. We weren't supposed to be separated this way.

Maybe if it had been an accident or an
illness I could accept it better. But it wasn't. It wasn't anything natural.
There's nothing natural about a bullet to the heart. Even as I type this, I am
sobbing tears of infinite sadness, hurt and a rage so dark I feel it will
consume me most days.

How could she have left me? She had
ruined all our plans. Didn't she remember those late night talks? Didn't she
care anymore about those midnight promises?

And then my rage turns inward at
myself. How could I blame her death on her? She would have never left me in
that way. I knew it in the very depths of my soul. She may have been hurting at
points and life had thrown us both through the tumbler a fair few times, but
after a few good bumps and bruises and a couple nasty scrapes, we always landed
together, perhaps a little worse for wear but neither of our hearts faltering
in the love it held for the other.

And finally my anger explodes outward,
reaching with blackened tendrils of fury toward the man who had caused me such
suffering. The man who was currently rotting in a jail cell,
a much too kind fate for him. While I flounder and drown in my anguish
and outrage, he sits behind bars smugly, receiving three meals a day when I
could barely pull myself out of bed to piss, let alone eat. He had all the
water he needed to survive while my body was drying out from the countless
tears I've cried.

I didn't understand when I found out.
And I still don't. There were thousands of us in that museum. Thousands. And only one person died. My
life. How is that fair? How could the powers that be play a card of such
devastating irony? How was that funny? Only one. My one.

I must stop now. I don't think I can
write another word, and I will certainly drown myself in my tears if I don't at
least take a break and attempt to compose myself for the sake of my hydration
and the sake of my laptop which I would prefer not to drown in my misery. It
was enough for one being to suffer the fate of my agony, the depths of my
sorrow. It is completely another to subject an innocent object to a liquid it
could never understand. I would not let it die for me.

Rini had died protecting me. She'd
flung herself in front of a bullet meant for me. Somehow she had known. Had
sensed the danger I was in and forfeited her own life
to save mine. But what she didn't understand when she took her final breath in
my arms was that the moment her eyes closed forever, I died with her. Yes, my
body lives on. But my soul is no more.

I guess she did keep her promise after
all. She died with my soul in her hands.

And now it's only a matter of time. A
matter of waiting before my body weakens enough to join her.

I only wish my heart had died too.
Then maybe this wouldn't hurt so much. Maybe...Maybe without a heart, I
wouldn't need to miss her.

They tell me to remember the good
times. I do. I remember them, but focusing on them only makes me think of the
times that had still been yet to come, the ones that will never now be. They
make me think of the hilarious moment we were having fondling the marble hermaphrodite
in the sculpture gallery of the Metropolitan museum in New York City before it
happened. We had been granted a tactile tour due to Rini's sight impairment and
I had been permitted to touch the works of art as well. I only wish the last
work of art I had touched was her, before she had collapsed, broken, into my
arms.

The good times make me think of the
jokes and playful insults we were hurling at one another, and then...then the
shots. The loud boom of the devil's gong. The panicked screams of the people around us. The agonized
cry of my lover as a bullet pierced her heart. My heart.
Our hearts.

The sound of my name falling from her
lips, the feel of her limp body collapsing into my arms. The
tortured whimpers of her torment, the sobbed sound of my name as she begged me
to stop the cold, to stop the darkness and to make the pain go away.

The final words she spoke to me.
"I love you. Goodbye." The sound of her last
breath. The feeling of her body going limp in my
embrace. The last kiss I laid upon her lips when she was still able to
kiss me back, and then the final seal of mine against those who would never,
could never return it.

I could do nothing but scream for
help, hold her and sob.

But no help came.

No cure came.

No angels came.

Only death came. He came and he
claimed the one thing beside my brother I could never live without.

My Rini.

 

Oh where oh where can my Rini be,

The Lord took her away from me,

She's gone to Heaven so I've got to be
good,

So I can see my Rini when I leave this
world.

 

I will wait. And my body will die when
it is ready.

 

I lifted her head,

She looked at me and said,

"Hold me, Mellie just a little
while."

I held her close,

I kissed her our last kiss,

I found the love that I knew I would
miss.

 

I don't think I'll ever love again. Ion
says I will, but I just can't bring myself to believe him. I don't think a
heart could ever love again when there was no longer a soul left to love.

 

And now she's gone,

Even though I hold her tight,

I lost my love,

My life that
night.

 

I sing through my tears as I complete
this entry.

 

"Oh where oh where can my Rini
be?

Why did you take her away from me?

She's gone to Heaven so I've got to be
good,

So I can see my Rini when I leave this
world.

 

Please wait for me,

I will leave this world.”

Maybe Then

Title: Maybe Then
Author/Artist: Samara
Rating: PG13
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Samara/Aurelius (implied)
Genre/s: Angst, Tragedy
Warnings: Mentions of suicide
Words: 553
Summary: I thought I had been prepared. I thought I had hardened myself against the truth I was certain was coming. But it was oh so much worse than anything I had ever imagined.
Claimer: This is not a work of fiction. Please respect the situations and the emotions within this tale. The thoughts portrayed here are not definites. They are merely thoughts.
A/N: Written as a way to attempt to cope with the upcoming death of the man I have fallen in love with.

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I thought I had been prepared. I
thought I had hardened myself against the truth I was certain was coming. I
thought I had already accepted the facts my mind had concluded upon. But it was
oh so much worse than anything I had ever imagined.

I wasn't told he didn't love
me. I wasn't told he hated me. I wasn't told he was being kind due to pity. I
wasn't told he loved another. Not in so many words, and not in those exact
terms. No. I was told something far more painful than the revelation of a mere
unrequited flame.

I was told my angel was dying.
The sickness which had laid hold of him had taken possession. However, rather
than allow himself to be claimed by the slow and suffering process of fading,
he had taken it upon himself to fall asleep in his own
time, and his own way.

style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'>By his own
hands.

In two days time, he will lie within
the embrace of nature, fall asleep, and return to her. And I will be naught
save little more than a memory.

Withdrawing the key from about
my neck, I knelt beside my bed and retrieved the lock box from beneath it,
cradling it to my breast as my heart beat out a sticato
rhythm of nervous fear against my ribcage. Gaelan had told me Aurelius had said
he did not wish to be responsible for any more deaths in his life,
hence, that is why he did not want to love again. My fingers traced the handle
of the box as I tried to figure out if that meant he did not wish to chance it
while he was alive, or he was terrified that I...we...would follow him. Mayhap
it was both. Mayhap it was none.

My hand moved to the key
protruding from its cozy fit in the lock and I fingered it thoughtfully. I knew
that if I opened this box, I would be sealing my doom and following my lover
before he had even left. But if I kept it shut...maybe if I didn't open it
until after...maybe he would be so caught up in the joy of being reunited with
Charlotte that he wouldn't notice me slipping away behind him. Maybe he
wouldn't see the girl who could never compare sneaking past him, giving her
soul to the fires so his could be saved by the angels.

But if I were to follow, would
I not be leaving a line of shattered hearts in my wake? Would my loss not be a
devastating blow to souls already made fragile by too much grief? Would my
passing be the one to finally cause them to crumble? Was I truly willing to
take that risk?

Was I truly prepared not to?

Was I truly ready to allow
another cherished one to leave me and simply watch him go?

No. I think not.

But maybe...Maybe I'll wait.
Just a little longer. Just until I'm certain he's not forgotten me. Just until
I'm satisfied he's happy. Just until I can finally hold him
in my dreams. Maybe then I won't need this box anymore. Maybe then, if I
can feel his arms around me just once...maybe then I'll be granted the strength
to stand on my own...alone again.

Confiscated Spirits

Title: Confiscated Spirits
Author/Artist: Samara
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Claim: General
Rating: PG13
Worksafe?: Yes
Characters:
Aragorn
OFC
Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen (implied), Arwen/Legolas (implied)
Theme: Pain.
Genre/s: Angst, Friendship, H/C, Gen
Warnings: Mentions of drink and implications of wanting to lose oneself in alcohol.
Words: 1,673
Summary: Spotting the peril of the king’s grief, a young friend begins the long and difficult task of lifting Aragorn from his suffering after Arwen and Legolas’s betrayal.
Reviews/Constructive Criticism?: Yes please!
Disclaimer/Claimer: Lord of the Rings is the sole property of J. R. R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema. I own nothing and no one save Curieyle. No money is being made from the creation of this work and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Written in response to
50ficlets,
table Mix 'N Match, prompt 33, Pain.
LJ Community

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Aragorn stared into the goblet he
held, long fingers wrapped about the delicate stem, the amber liquid within
swirling like a miniature vortex. He could see his reflection amidst the
ripples, breaking and then reforming only to be swept away by the whirlpool of
spirits once more. He searched for his soul among the confines of the glass,
silently pleading with the patterns of crystal to show him where by the Valar
he had gone wrong. His mind screamed at him, railed
against the truth the warm liqueur had not yet been able to erase. Arwen had
left him.

The very thought sent a bitter taste
roiling into his mouth which he promptly eradicated with a deep draft from the
goblet in his hand. She had left him for his dearest friend. Legolas.
Betrayed by the two people he had cherished more even than his own life. They
had been secretly betrothed throughout the entire quest of the Ring's
destruction. Throughout the whole of the war against Sauron, Legolas had stood
steadfastly by his side, had comforted him when his heart was grieved by the
losses of kith and kin and had dared to speak words of love and reassurance while
the taste of Aragorn's life still danced upon the fringes of his waking dreams.
The hurt that knowledge caused was staggering, worse even than the king of
Gondor had thought it could be. It was as though a knife were being plunged
into his heart repeatedly while the fist of a cave troll slammed into his
stomach over and over and over.

His ada had spoken truth, he realized
with bitterness. Arwen would never be content with a mortal, Dúnedain or
otherwise. Her heart would forever be drawn to the firstborn.

"Her love for you is a mere
infatuation," the peredhel had said, gazing directly into Aragorn's eyes.
"She will never be content walking in the grey span of a mortal's years.
Release her, Aragorn, for she will not long remain yours. Do this thing, and
save yourself a heartbreak that is inevitable."

At the time, Aragorn had seethed
inwardly, certain his foster father was merely trying once more to tear Aragorn
from his daughter so that he might have her to himself. Twould not have been
the first time, and it certainly was not the last. But now...Now he had to
admit to himself that the older elf had spoken a truth Aragorn had flatly
refused to believe possible in his human ignorance. He had been certain he knew
all of Arwen's heart, but there had apparently been longings and yearnings she
had kept hidden from him, secrets of stolen moments in the dark of forbidden
nights.

What a fool they must have thought
him, the ignorant human, blissfully unaware of their betrayal. How they must
have laughed behind his back. And as he fought to save Middle-earth for his
friends and took up the weight of a destiny he loathed simply because twas the
only condition under which Elrond would grant his blessing upon the union of
his daughter and foster son, his lover and his friend had pledged a binding
troth which they knew could never be undone. Did they think he would not find
out? Did they think to procure an heir from him so as to keep both the lines of
Númenor and Mirkwood alive? He would not put it past them. Not anymore.

But he had found out. There were some
who were still loyal, some who would not see him used. There were some he could
still trust.

A deep sigh escaped the king of Gondor
as he thought of her. Curieyle. The
lone survivor of her line, just as he was of his own. All six of her
brothers and her father had been slain between Helm's Deep, the Pelennor Fields
and the Gates of Mordor. She had been the only one to escape the war unharmed
by arrow or sword, though her heart had been shattered when he had found her hiding,
curled into a darkened corner of an abandoned cottage, sobbing for a family never
to return and a relief beyond her soul’s reach. Without a word, he had swept
her gently into his arms and taken her to the citadel where, after much time
and many tears, she had healed enough to be able to arise in the mornings and
go about her tasks as Arwen's lady-in-waiting.

Now that Arwen was gone, Curieyle, who
had refused to accompany her to Mirkwood had, by unspoken consent, taken her
place as Aragorn's personal assistant, or King's Helper as she preferred to
call it, as "I do not only tidy up after you, my liege, but aid you in
your healing, listen to you rant, accompany you upon walks, deal with your
devious nature and a host of other tasks I have not the time to list before the
seventh age is upon us."

Aragorn allowed a small smile to touch
his lips as he thought of that particular conversation. She could always make
him smile, even when laughter seemed a thing of the far distant past. That
young girl could always seem to draw it out of him in fits and bursts that
stunned even Aragorn himself.

As if his thoughts of her had been a
summons, there was a quiet knock upon the chamber door.

"Enter," he called, not
taking his eyes from the spirits still swimming about in his glass.

Curieyle's eyes took in her king as
she stepped silently into the room. She noted his rumpled hair, bloodshot eyes
and broken expression, and as it always did, an indignant fury toward the
former queen of Gondor and the current prince of Mirkwood welled up inside her
breast, begging to be set loose. However, just as she always had, she
suppressed it, walking over to Aragorn and gently taking the glass from his
hand.

"My king," she murmured,
setting the goblet upon a nearby table out of his reach. "You will not
discover the answers you seek at the bottom of a crystal goblet."

"Aahh, Curi, but the search is oh
so comforting."

style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'>"Tis also
dangerous.style='mso-bookmark:OLE_LINK4'> I would not see one as mighty as you be felled by the bottle,
my liege."

"Mighty," Aragorn laughed. class=GramE>"A mighty fool perhaps, but nothing more."

"Be that as it may, twas a fools
hope which saved this world from the grip of evil, twas it not? Would you place
such little faith in a word that has released us all from the threat of a
second darkness?"

Aragorn finally looked up, staring at
her, mouth slightly agape. How did she do that? The girl seemed to have a
perpetual knack for rendering him speechless without so much as a second
thought or the bat of an eye.

Unaware of her king's gaze, Curieyle
gently pressed a cork into the neck of the bottle containing the amber wine
Aragorn had slowly been consuming, carrying it and the half-empty goblet to the
door and quietly bidding a passing maid to take both to the kitchens. Returning
to the table, she perched on the edge and folded her hands in her lap, gazing
steadily at the shattered man before her.

Feeling the eyes upon him, Aragorn
finally looked up, meeting his assistant's silver-grey gaze. Her delicate mouth
was pursed into a line both thoughtful and disapproving, her petite body ramrod
straight, ankles crossed beneath her frock, her hands clasped daintily before
her. Her chestnut locks were held back from her face by a slender band of
cotton, tumbling behind her shoulders and down her back in a rippling cascade of
satin softness and her skin was still a bit too pale, the lingering physical
effects of her grief.

"Is it your intention to sit
there and stare at me all day?" he asked, his tone somewhere between
amusement and exasperation.

"That depends. Is it your wish to
have me sit here and stare at you all day?"

"Not particularly."

"Then I shall."

Once more she had struck him dumb.

"However," the girl
continued, "I shall consent not to do so when you consent to accompany me
on an outing to the market. There is an errand I wish to run for Cook and you
are to be there to keep me from getting into trouble."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "Are
you commanding your king, Curi?"

"If that is how you wish to see
it, then I suppose I am. However, I like to think of it as a stubborn refusal
to accept anything less than your acceptance and full cooperation."

Laughing and shaking his head, the
king of Gondor tapped a finger against his lips. "Trouble, you say?"

style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'>"Aye.style='mso-bookmark:OLE_LINK3'>style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'> Tis not that
I intend to cause mischief, 'tis only that the morals of others are not my own.
Hence, we do have a habit of clashing on a number of topics and
conditions."

style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'>"Oh my.style='mso-bookmark:OLE_LINK3'>style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:#D0A000'> Well then, to
save the sanity of my people and indeed to still have a kingdom to run in the
morning that has not been deserted in fear of my little assistant, I shall
consent to accompany you on your never-ending Endeavour to make Cook
smile."

"I knew you would see
reason!" Curieyle said with a smile, hopping down from her perch and
pointing a slender finger at him. "You, my king look horrid. Go bathe and
put on some fresh garments."

Aragorn's eyebrows rose again.
"Very demanding today, are we not?"

"Well, if you wish your people to
see you looking half asleep and intoxicated, then by all means, come as you
are. But if not"-she waved a hand in the general direction of the antechamber-"then
I would suggest you freshen yourself. Think of it as friendly chiding, and save
your glares for those who are frightened of them."

With this, she turned and, after one
last smile over her shoulder, left the king to stare after her with a look of
perplexity and extreme amusement.

How did she do that?

Little Butterfly

Title: Little Butterfly
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: To the parents who stole my world. He's mine. Not hers, not anyone else's. (Two words for you all, readers. Arranged marriage.)

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VERSE 1
There's blood upon the walls and there's terror in his eyes
There's anguish in her smile, his angel in disguise
The blade is dripping red with the life they could have shared
In crimson she is cursing the ones who should have cared
It's all about the money and it's all about the lines
Destroying love and ruining lives of innocents is fine
As long as there's a title and unwilling souls to pledge
Who gives a damn if one decision sent her o'er the edge

CHORUS
The first cut's for you, the second one's for me
While the third and final blow is for what will never be
And baby if you're reading this, chances are I'm gone
Honey if you're seeing this, the devil's heard my song

VERSE 2
They found her on the floor along with shattered diamond wings
With his name upon her lips, the last notes she'd ever sing
And beside her in the stains of a short and anguished life
Lay an unexpected letter, his picture and a knife
When the starlight met the sunrise and the moonbeams touched the trees
And her treasured angel had been told her soul had set him free
They released her to the elements, the nature and the skies
And they blessed her place of slumber with little butterflies

CHORUS
The first cut's for you, the second one's for me
While the third and final blow is for what will never be
And baby if you're reading this, chances are I'm gone
Honey if you're seeing this, the devil's heard my song

BRIDGE
There's blood upon the walls and there's terror in his eyes
But in death she will always be his little butterfly
In eternal slumber she'll remain his only butterfly

CHORUS
Oh the first cut's for you, the second one's for me
While the third and final blow is for what will never be
And baby if you're reading this, chances are I'm gone
Honey if you're seeing this, the devil's heard my song

Angel if you're reading this, you can hold my soul and cry
I'll kiss you from the Heavens
Love
Your little butterfly

The Dead Are Rising

Title: The Dead Are Rising
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: For Aurelius, Valentine and Yuri. For deciding not to be dead after all, even after I'd been told you were...even after a part of me died with each of you.

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VERSE 1
There's a thunderstorm raging in my mind
There's a forest fire searing through my veins
There's a glacier building slowly in my heart
And every inch of it's imprinted with your name
There are answers I will never comprehend
And there's a trust you've lost I'm not sure will return
You've loosed tears that can never be unshed
You've sparked a fury that I'll gladly feul and burn

CHORUS
And I don't know whether to hate you or hold you
I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you
I don't know whether to love you or leave you
I don't know anything anymore
I want to hold you but I want you to hurt
I want your kisses but I want your tears
I want you to scream and beg for a release
I want you to miss me like I missed you

VERSE 2
Have you ever looked a nightmare in the eye
And realized you were staring at your life
Have you ever faced the greatest in between
Sobbing begging pleading that He'll let you die

CHORUS
And I don't know whether to hate you or hold you
I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you
I don't know whether to love you or leave you
I don't know anything anymore
I want to hold you but I want you to hurt
I want your kisses but I want your tears
I want you to scream and beg for a release
I want you to miss me like I missed you

BRIDGE
The dead are rising and the lost are found
But the pain is far from over
The blood is drying, but the scars remain
And the nightmares they caused will never fade
I hope you're happy, you've broken me
Now tell me the truth, don't lie to me
I can't take another game
Wanna test my strength?
Wanna test my strength?
Wanna test my strength?
Then test another way

VERSE 3
There's a thunderstorm raging in my mind
There's a forest fire searing through my veins
The tears of blood I shed for you are drying
But the scars will forever bear your name

CHORUS
And I don't know whether to hate you or hold you
I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you
I don't know whether to love you or leave you
I don't know anything anymore
I want to hold you but I want you to hurt
I want your kisses but I want your tears
I want you to scream and beg for a release
I want you to miss me like I missed you

Ooohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhhh
Ooohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhhh

Yes I want you to miss me like I missed you

As The Rain Begins To Fall

Title: As The Rain Begins To Fall
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: For Aurelius. Written during what I thought to be his last days upon this earth. I adore you, baby.

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VERSE 1
Hold my hand while the sun begins to set
You're not alone, no, never alone
Your eyes are dimming, your soul is soaring
Away from me, yet closer
Your strength is failing, your grip is fading
Your lips are smiling softly
Your kiss is gentle, your whispers sweet
As the rain begins to fall

CHORUS
As night rolls in and the stars emerge
And the moon begins to shine as the daylight dies
The rain begins to fall, matching the endless flow
Of tears from midnight eyes that I cannot disguise
Heaven's weeping for you but God doesn't understand
Just what he's taken from me and the wound he's left behind
No, no, no, you can't go, you're mine

VERSE 2
You needn't search for me, angel love
I'm right beside you, I'll never leave you
Feel my heart as it beats a promise
As the horizon begins to darken
Close your eyes, tell me what you hear
Can you see white shores in the distance
A golden sunrise upon a new beginning
As the rain begins to fall

CHORUS
As night rolls in and the stars emerge
And the moon begins to shine as the daylight dies
The rain begins to fall, matching the endless flow
Of tears from midnight eyes that I cannot disguise
Heaven's weeping for you but God doesn't understand
Just what he's taken from me and the wound he's left behind
No, no, no, you can't go, you're mine

BRIDGE
I'm too weak to die
But I'm too strong not to cry
And I don't really care
Who sees my tears
Because it hurts too much to hide
When I'm falling apart inside

VERSE 3
Can you hear the white gulls calling
On the shores of another world
Can you feel my arms around you
As the rain begins to fall
Baby, oh my angel, love, my darling, you're my all

CHORUS
As night rolls in and the stars emerge
And the moon begins to shine as the daylight dies
The rain begins to fall, matching the endless flow
Of tears from midnight eyes that I cannot disguise
Heaven's weeping for you but God doesn't understand
Just what he's taken from me and the wound he's left behind
No, no, no, you can't go, you're mine

Ooohhhh no, no, no...

Please surrender him, he's mine

Fire In Your Eyes

Title: Fire In Your Eyes
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: For Aurelius. I love you, angel. With a passion unmatched, I assure you.

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VERSE 1
As I touch your hair you touch my cheek
And the whole world fades away
There's only you inside this now
This time is ours to share
Dance with me upon the moon
Dust my lips with starlight
And I'll never let go of your hand
As you twirl me through the heavens.

I've finally realised
Gliding upon the wings of your love...

CHORUS
There's a fire in forever and it's caught me in its blaze
There's a truth in surrender that I'll never turn away
There's a fear in inevitability that time can not erase
But there's a power in your love and a strength in your embrace
There's a fire raging in your eyes
That desire cannot deny
And it burns for me
Alone

VERSE 2
As the music starts you pull me closer
And whisper in my ear
Of a passion that will never die
And a need that will outlast the ages
Run with me across the sand
Walk with me upon the waves
Burn with me at sunset
And kiss me as the day awakens

I've finally realised
Gliding upon the wings of your love...

CHORUS
There's a fire in forever and it's caught me in its blaze
There's a truth in surrender that I'll never turn away
There's a fear in inevitability that time can not erase
But there's a power in your love and a strength in your embrace
There's a fire raging in your eyes
That desire cannot deny
And it burns for me
Alone

BRIDGE
Kiss me too fiercely, leave your mark upon my soul
I want to feel you leading me
Guiding me home
Unleash the fire you're caging in, don't hold back on me
I want to hear you crying out
Your promise to the flames

I've finally realised
Gliding upon the wings of your love...

CHORUS
There's a fire in your touch and it's caught me in its blaze
There's a truth in surrender, oh no I'll never turn away
There's radiance in my laughter and a twinkle in my eyes
There's an angel waiting for me as the sun begins to rise.

Ooohhhh...

Your arms are reaching out to me
And there's fire in your eyes.

Ellycium Love

Title: Ellycium Love
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: For Aurelius. I love you, angel.

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VERSE 1
Last night I fell into a dream of you
Of unyielding arms and a kiss so gentle
I released myself into your embrace
I cast all thought to the tender breeze
Your lips were warm, your arms a shield
Against the truth I've come to know
But when you're holding me
There's nothing to fear but release

CHORUS
Ellycium in your arms
A haven to fall asleep in
Ellycium in your kiss
A balm to a wounded soul
I love you more than life itself
My angel lifted high
I'll never say goodbye
For my soul flies freely with you

VERSE 2
You whisper softly of your heart's devotion
Words that warm and thrill me
And you'll never know how much I want to touch you
To make you mine forever
I'm holding you yet holding back
Fire singing through my soul
And I want to feel you everywhere
Your heart, your love, your all

CHORUS
Ellycium in your arms
A haven to fall asleep in
Ellycium in your kiss
A balm to a wounded soul
I love you more than life itself
My angel lifted high
I'll never say goodbye
For my soul flies freely with you

BRIDGE
I wake up and I see you smile
You're holding out your hand
You're silently asking me to follow
My time is here
You've come to take me home
Your eyes are filled with promises
Your mouth is smiling gently
And once more I tremble
Once more I quake
For the arms of my everything

CHORUS
Ellycium in your arms
A haven to fall asleep in
Ellycium in your kiss
A balm to a wounded soul
I love you more than life itself
My angel lifted high
I'll never say goodbye
For my soul flies freely with you

There's no such word as goodbye
When my soul will live within you

Broken Dreams

Title: Broken Dreams
Author: Samara
Category: Lyrics
Genre: ?
Dedication: Written for Aurelius when we first became an "Us" in response to his own loss and my own fears of inadequacy and doubt.

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VERSE 1
Don't love me if you're not gonna love me
Don't hold me when your arms want her
Don't kiss me when it's her lips you're tasting
Don't lie to me and hurt me more
Don't whisper words of a love untrue
Don't make me fall even harder
Don't touch my heart with gentle hands
When tomorrow you'll just forget me

CHORUS
I used to believe you when you said you loved me
I used to know your heart was mine
But now I think I'm just a template
A substitute for a lover gone
I used to know you wanted me
I used to feel safe when you held me
But now I know I'm just a shell
Of shattered glass and broken dreams

VERSE 2
A golden goddess, tall and pure
Emitting a light angelic and serene
The only one you'll be content to love
The only angel you'll live for
Why did you touch me with such gentle tenderness
Why did your words flow with such ardor
Why did you love me, just to make me happy
When your smile was all I ever craved

CHORUS
I used to believe you when you said you loved me
I used to know your heart was mine
But now I think I'm just a template
A substitute for a lover gone
I used to know you wanted me
I used to feel safe when you held me
But now I know I'm just a shell
Of shattered glass and broken dreams

BRIDGE
Smile, dear heart, even when my heart is breaking
Live your last with laughter on your lips
Think of me, even when your time is fading
My heart will follow
Forgotten and lost
Until my soul comes to claim it

VERSE 3
Abandoned by a truth you yourself could never speak
Scorched by an agony of an unrequited love
I never thought I quite deserved To die a death so hurtful
I never thought I'd be held back by the one who claimed to care
Don't love me if you're not gonna love me
Don't whisper words you'll never mean
Don't hold me close and push me away
Don't play with me
Say what you mean
Confess your need
Even if it isn't me

CHORUS
I used to believe you when you said you loved me
I used to know your heart was mine
But now I think I'm just a template
A substitute for a lover gone
I used to know you wanted me
I used to feel safe when you held me
But now I know I'm just a shell
Of shattered glass and broken dreams

I'll see you on the other side
Of my shattered heart and broken dreams