Tampering with distant lives,
Carelessly speaking
Made tears cry.
Phantom memories,
Turning fresh days stale.
Empty presence replacing past desires.
Alone she may be,
Melodies luring her away from
powerful thoughts.
Butterflies fill rooms when she opens her heart.
When she accepts her rotting love.
Alone he may be,
Strings strum to drown her voice.
Dying cravings to make her laugh.
Uncertainties fill rooms when he opens his eyes,
When he accepts his rotting love.
They may not be together,
But they were.
-feelblue, thinkgreen, shineyellow
adventure q u e e n
(where is my mind- the pixies)
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