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...
I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...
You must stopped
Cursing at God...
That beautiful starry night
During the Summer night...