The feel of his fingers along my skin.
The feel of his lips pressed against mine...

Everything I write
Goes back to him...

Is It wrong to stare blankly at a wall
Wondering how things got so bad...

I hear them in my head
Whisphering...

What's that sound?
The Erie sound...

When our lips first touched....
It felt like heaven on earth...

Your name is tattooed on my skin.
The scars remind me of you...