Lord knows we've
hurt each other...

You once said that
sunbeams would guide...

Time may be
at my fingertips...

I stood upon the
golden sand which...

You may be able
to see the bruises on...

It seems
as though your thoughts of me...

If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...

There could have been
fireworks beside those...

Even my heart is
swaying against my...

I'm starring into nothing;
but nothing seems to...

How convenient that
you would choose to forget...

Pardon my rudeness,
for stumbling across...