She Would Lay In the Wind

Shadows fell softly on her velvety kiss. My first memory of this evening... This troubling illusion keeps tricking my mind. Yet, all alone is where I find me. I remember her coffee colored eyes when she started to stir. Hours on end she would lay in the wind and smile. Oh, the secrets keep dripping beneath the chrysalis crack, the shell has been broken, and she's not coming back. I paint lonely bridges to nowhere, I write poetry that nobody reads. I lay on the bank and I always think it's my crazy mind her memory feeds. I turn over in this twisted twilight, to be saturated by an insane rain. There's not a tsunami big enough to wash away all of this pain. So take it easy on my memory, though the moon is so easily lit. There's a haunting desire, our moon's still on fire... I wish you were easier to forget!