I know exactly where I was when I first saw you the way I see you now, through eyes waiting to retry. Those pristine days, I recall so fondly. So few are trials when a life lonely, and now if only. I'd never felt it, I'd never heard it. I know I loved you, did I deserve it when you returned it? There's no suspicion, no hesitation. Believing through the eyes of sore
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the fire blink Shield like a house it's doors Curved in the dark rinses of
Ashtray is crowded, is empty. No music plays and nothing moves without drifting into a memory. Busy apartment, no for grieving. Sink full of dishes and no trouble believing that you are leaving. Mid-sentence tremors, mind at it's weakest. One way of shaking off the thoughts it sleeps with.
Witness and know, and hurt Eyes in the fire unrehearsed like a house closing it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours
In walks the darkness I pitch you. Asks me; "Do I realize what I'd and who I'd done to?" Indeed, I do know. It never leaves me, just visits less often. It isn't gone and I won't feel grip soften without a coffin. beside me, feeling it's warmness, phantom affection gives a human performance.
Witness and know, and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed Shield like a house closing doors in the dark rinses of yours