The clock never stooped ticking as did my pain
As for that night it was history, a tale between...

You don't mind but you never did
like back then and even now i can't look at you...

So the chapter begins with another story told
Of A nameless and faceless character...

What started as a mere collection of thoughts
Memories held tightly as a women would be held...

Opening my eyes to your face
So the dream has ended...

Portraits are a display of an artists thoughts
A pure canvas of emotion...

I get weak sometimes
My hands shake...

She...
I have thought of her...

I'm perplexed
You knew how far this life could stretch...

There is Pain in this music
But beauty lie's there too...

Paired lights, dim-ed streets
The hollow and quint year...

Naturally passion sparks opportunity
The choice to acknowledge its beauty...