* second part to quite an old poem *
There's a girl in my class...

I gave you the last key to my heart,
hoping you would save me...

Of all the priceless gifts
this world has offered me...

Time will witness
the transformation of...

I thought I had served my time,
thought I had finally learned...

I open up the door of thought,
counting the kicks of regret...

Curled up in the depths of my closet,
cold from fear...

It is beneath the purest light of the midnight sky...
that my very first tears fall...

No one knew the dementing torture
that repeating memories poisoned her mind with...

Every time she falls,
she lands upon rocks of memories...

Tranquil scenes of nature -
a beautiful moment to capture...

Distance:
a million miles filled with heart-drowning pain...