The wind just swept away the monuments of ships and willows of dreams in your heart. Just so you thought you were the Goddess to his lucid glows, they suddenly came crashing down as you saw the Gift Takers took his jar of hearts of yours from you. Slowly he can't verbalize his words. And all he left you was silence. That silence will forever remain lingering in your itchy cochlea, vibrating sorrows and excruciating pain. When the twilight sings, you will hear your cardia simultaneously sings sad endings that you only thought happen in books and fairy tales. Believe them when they say your eyes are mendacious. Say you're sorry to your soul for you have misread them. You'd crushed them with your own shadows.