why must it hurt?
why must I deal with pain that I scream to go away?
why must it hurt?
when I shout I want out all they hear is silence
I don't want to go this way,
but it hurts.
and the pain will not subside,
in fact;
It spreads.
Like Wild Fire

I remember the first time I saw you
I was wearing that flowery dress

You said I looked beautiful
I actually thought I did that day

I danced that day
and from a distance you were watching
I felt free and bold

You kissed my cheek
I remember the butterflies

But memories are like ashes in the wind

Once there only to be flown away
Because that is what they will always be

Just distant Memories