Turn it into Art

I'm done crying for you,
I'm thru loving you,
Now, my pen just bleeds for you.

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The price of Love

"You know what it cost me?" He asked.
"What?"
"Time." He looked at me sadly.
"Its the most valuable price, not money, jewelry, land or even knowledge could replace it." He continued.
I look at him, confusion lingers in me even though I know I don't have a body.
I'm a mere conscience now, like a cloud floating endlessly.
But how come that he is here.
He smiled. "I would give all the time I have just to hear your heart beating again once more."
And suddenly a wind seems to blow my soul away.
"I hope you'll use my time wisely, and be happy." He wave goodbye.
And a lightning strike, a thunder blasted and I was jolted awake in my bedroom, warmth surrounds me from the storm outside.
That's when I realized I will never see him again.
I will never hear him speak my name again.
I will never have the chance to thank him anymore for loving me unconditionally, even though I don't deserve him.
And I cried, and cried until my lungs are out of air, until my head feels light and I fell asleep once again.
Hoping that I will see him and reciprocate the love he always give to me.