2009-11-26, 12:11 AM
It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten
What the colour of her eyes were, her scars or how she got them -
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping,
through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place.
What the colour of her eyes were, her scars or how she got them -
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping,
through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place.