From lengthy conversations to small talk being the new deep..lost generation..
I could never love you deserving.
I could never make it beautiful either. You walked away, I commend you on the well executed escape plan.
the contemplating, gun to the head girl, was not granted the pleasure of seeing your long black hair blow in the wind with the willows. all i could do was put the phone down.

-catharsis.
Cyphers , seeking enlightenment.