May 2016
If I can never get to you again
Then I might as well go back
To all the days of open arms
Which I fear I may lose track
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Until I reach the moments where the world was not to lack
Until I can remember that gentle flush of crimson
Every time I heard your name
Until the walls and numbers
Stopped bringing us further and further away
Until knowing you were by my side filled all my stars and skies
And the dewfall scattered rays in hearts of rainbow-colored lights
Until I can find the traces of this past we left to decay
A life that wasn't living in the eyes that saw today
Instead circling to the past
A wisp of a wish long gone
And admit that this disease that brings back time
Must soon be dealt as done
Then I might as well go back
To all the days of open arms
Which I fear I may lose track
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Back
Until I reach the moments where the world was not to lack
Until I can remember that gentle flush of crimson
Every time I heard your name
Until the walls and numbers
Stopped bringing us further and further away
Until knowing you were by my side filled all my stars and skies
And the dewfall scattered rays in hearts of rainbow-colored lights
Until I can find the traces of this past we left to decay
A life that wasn't living in the eyes that saw today
Instead circling to the past
A wisp of a wish long gone
And admit that this disease that brings back time
Must soon be dealt as done
It's cool how one of the most dangerous of types of virus is the one that incorporates itself as a part of you, the one that goes back into you, merging with your body, killing you bit by bit, but I wonder if I'm the virus trying to **** the past by going back, or is the past just killing me...
