She kissed the trinkets pinned to the walls
Like memories which crawl inside my mind's halls

Delicately she took each one down
A pursing of lips and a little downward frown

A slip of a finger and the glass began to flow
Down her forearms as the puddles began to grow

And she stood *****, the shock filled her eyes
As the red liquid flowed like a river of dyes

I turned and walked along alone with myself as it fell
And neither of us has ever seemed to listen very well

But it's all well and good; I'll do as I should
And I'll say all the things I swore I never would