If I bury you in my subconscious,
Which part of you would I forget...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...
Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...
Even though I say it's okay
And I don't really care...
I once had,
everything i could ever possibly want...
How do you want
Your life to be...
This darkness enclosing,
these shadows prevail...
She has
Pretty eyes...