This is what we've come to be
Glowing...

Forget me please.
Let my stains wash away...

Where are you now
that i am gone...

Butterflies aren't drawn to light
because they don't exist...

Are these letters
just words on a page...

Id been living behind thick curtains,
floor lengnth, thick, and heavy...

She sighed,
inhaling the icy-crisp autumn air...

Inside my head is red,
the edges fading grey...

Lies
simple, dependant, hateful...

I long for you to
sing me your sweet song...

I know its mean and nasty
but i cant let it go...

Looking into eyes like bright stars
remembering an unconditional love...