6 months ago...
Mascara flakes and salty tears...

Its cold and a bit snowy outside
I stand in my trench coat and hat...

They tingle
as white knuckles grip...

If we communicated like the moon and the ocean...
we could wave our past goodbye and not be afraid...

I've analyzed the situation
Over a hundred times in my head...

I feel I am so privileged Kristy
To have met a girl like you...

Migraines nest their eggs in my eyes and anger...
seed inside the depths of my happiness. Cold...

I didn't expect to feel anything when I looked at...
You were but a mere image behind closed eyes...

They say you never know what you have till it's...
That saying has been in my head for far too long...

There are moments where finding your escape...
or in a sound. There are places that free us from...

Two friends with broken feelings, they're torn...
Ex-boyfriends bruised their spirit, completely...

Disease is bound to infect sheets they've all...
with their impurity. Bed ridden with a sickness...