What Do I Have To Do. .
just to let go of you?
the memories; our past
why cant i fade that fast?
your eyes; so decieving so
full of l i e s; always hiding
something; so as i live each
day, try to m o v e on; to get
over it; all i see as i wake each
morning is a fading picture in my;
m i n d; our eyes locked, our hands
bound together; he lookes away he
lets go; & i, still there my hand
lying there; limp; lifeless; my
eyes gazing at what now
seems invisible; just a
memory; a picture
something i now
only imagine
something
that only
occurs
in dreams.
mine dont take