• sunsets and saxophones,
    orange skies and dimming lights,
    few times spent there,
    many sleepless nights,
    green leaves, pink pedals, stone passage ways,
    the afternoon we spent there,
    what's wrong with me now a days,
    i try to block out the images,
    forget the sounds,
    the feeling of a cold breeze,
    my arms wrapped around,
    warm bodies, soft lips,
    temporary eclipse,
    kodak easy-share mentality,
    deleting the clips,
    some of them prints,
    glossy finish through these eyes,
    painted with the elegant brush strokes of your lies,
    time flies, no longer connected with life lines,
    at least not mine,
    the experience was one of a kind,
    this sorta depression can form a dangerous mind,
    a delicate design,
    crafted by hand so fine,
    that if i'd feel them again,
    i'd believe right then,
    that i must have somehow died.