The light kissed your face
on that fading day...

Beneath my feet I saw a book
I picked it up and opened it...

Forgotten, neglected,
i had to let him go...

No sadness, fear, or a desire to die;
summer days so smooth and you are so damn high...

My words are the tears that drip from my eyes,
and my eyes are clouds, obscuring my lies...

This is for my marine, he's in Iraq until June!
Your touch filled my veins with warm, flowing...

Can't stop lying, pushing them away
but i don't want you to go, please just stay...