Each new memory that jumps into my mind,
quickly becomes my fault...
Soft looks the skin of this memory's tissue.
Is it you that these shuttered eyes dare shine...
Light of life
yawns with grace...
I have never been this scared before,
never felt so out of control...
Its hard to pretend you're happy
When all you feel is pain...
Scratch paper served its purpose
Merely her faithful home to lie down...
Spirited, vibrant rainbow
was the soul that bathed...
I miss the years that we were
lucky enough to spend together...
She burned her bridges
And cried softly as the ash melted into the waves...
Melesa Cole is only
But twelve...
That was me,
The girl dancing through the flowers...
She's suffocating,
on her knees...