A picture forms in our mind,
You are a new experience...

I guess its normal to want attention,
To make those words those feelings heard...

A name taken from existence,
to hide a persons given face...

I stutter first,
"Now i remember...

The waking fears pass the hour,
cloaked in their scarlett haze...

Evergreen pines like strong cedars,
collect the snow and hang...

When we try...
when we TRY to write...

Wake not these prisoners,
they know not there tourment...

The meaning of love is lost,
Its heart beat no longer heard...

The embracing light through my window reminds me...
My fingers coursing through your soft brown hair...

This blood in my mind...
It does find me true...

This love spills twice from my wrists,
Your heart beats twice for me now...