this is his story…

i met a man once
he was from our world
you know the kind…..
hopelessly romantic, eyes dreamy
tides after tides of noises in his heart,
yet silent.
this is his story….
he loved a girl from the other world
you know that kind too…
more beautiful than the word can ever mean,
talking like whisper in dreams
smile to die for.
so, my man died for that smile.
well, that’s not the end of the story
this is just the beginning, he said
the beginning of another saga
to know that dreams
are just that…dreams
and he said, so long
my friend…
and vanished… in the darkness
left me wondering
the end of the story…..
but you know,
this is his story….