Memories;
Unfocused and runny.
Your smile returns,
And so do my tears,
you laugh as it burns.
Always;
A lovely word,
on the hand written pages,
as all of your faces destroy who you were.
I turn away;
Holding your hand,
I explore on my own,
All the faces hold yours,
and I am okay.
A new page is written;
Cuts deep in my skin,
My mind looses its viberance,
the pendulum gives.
Rip out the pages;
Thats what you do.
I search in the many.
no traces of you.
Screaming;
Theres nothing.
No love in me to hold.
I'm hurt by the others.
How DARE you be so cold.
Gone;
A word,
which describes you;
and me.
Dried up pages;
Thats all there'll be.