Monday, October 31, 2011


I feel the weight of how you tried..
you tried too late.

And no one else can do it but you..
the ability to make the need
of you completing me
a feeling so pure.

Now all I see are strokes of red,
and it's digging inside of me
this waking dream
just follows my lead..

It's the nicest thing..
the way we had it so good
this premature love
that we just forget.
Let's just forget..

the silent cries
that changed our lives..
the laughs
the smile
when we first met..
the way we lay
don't let me go
my heart
the break
you changed
no names...
Let's just forget.