Fleeting feelings
Will they come again
Raw pain
Cutting
Shooting
Will it come again
Can you miss the
Originality of first times
Of that rush of adrenaline
From that time you swore you died
And the stories
Oh the stories
So funny now
But they weren't always
Each one digs further into your skin
Sometimes they carve deeper
Leaving a mark on your soul
It's those times that never fade
They sit in your memory as vibrant
As neon in the night