The very wavelength you create And fortunate eyes; windows of Note your brilliant spectrum Opposite; unseen mine. To be a single blinks worth; To fill heaven's skies
and once again i fell into a pile on the floor crumbled into the lack of person i am i have lost everything i am nothing, but a pile of ***** clothes on my bathroom floor.
Somewhere on a seasonal eve, when you've swept me into an aging pile of the forgotten fall I hope you remember to never forget my true colors, one and all