ink across this. the guidance i take is the past i'd love to hide
memories with each letter. a written expression as my pen holds a solitary glide
the choice of words are more than what we could fake
i wish we could have counted the days, focus on me and you more
instead of trying to find a cure. to what we couldn't mend.
ignoring all that said by your friends, trying to find the reason behind all of this again
playing off of the moment and trying to grasp is to much for me to comprehend , it was heaven sent
still looking to the ground as if to find an answer. but only seeing broken pieces
as the sweat releases and the emotion slowly but surely increases
racing thoughts we were on the last leg of the marathon and we couldn't carry on
now I'm here standing here alone while your nothing but withdrawn and gone
the cancer of this logic seems to collide with my heart
its the best no its isn't as it slowly but surely tears me apart
so give me a subtle burning kiss. of brutal reality
the brutality of the instance was cursed by your sexuality
so with the questions ....
came the response....
the answer bounced off your tongue and ran through your lips
as though to finish it quick , making sure to save my pride
while i watched the remains of what we had whisk away and die

so now with every word comes a memory
trying to run from a past that seems to hold me