One becomes a million
as the day melts away, like...
Her eyes are a pure soft green,
The window into her soul...
Remember that girl?
She used to sit over there...
Each tear plucked from the eye,
So full of self loathing...
Lemonade sunbeams
dance to melody...
Don't think as though she's gone
she's with you everyday...
Run into - Collide,
My inside outside...
" To the bearers of
the cancer of love...
Why do they care?
or even pretend...
I can feel the tears there coming
brimming at my eyes...
I hate to see you crying,
But love to see your pain...
She throws her phone out the window.. No one will...
She fills up the bath tub and picks up the razor...