Knowing a little bit about a lot
I'm covered in remains
of dust from stars we had captured
Held tightly to my chest,
just something I cannot let go of.
Can't you recall,
the spirit of adventure,
prevalent
Prevalent
In everything you do
We left the memories behind us
but the light still resonates through you

I won't tell you how the sun shines on my skin in the morning
Or make beautiful exaggerations of the whispers of the wind while I'm walking
I won't pretend that every conversation is poem potential
Because since you, words burn like Hell