Imagining her blues eyes in black lines.

You've been away.
That's not a crime. Not a crime.
Certainly. She'll be fine. She'll be fine.

He threw her away.
Phone lines and letter replies.
Without a gaze he erased her face.

He's not schooled at giving up.
He felt she just held him back.
Negligence was his favorite weapon.
He's not schooled at giving up.

It's all so trite. Leave me alone. I'll be just fine. Slow down.

His habits now dismiss all his vision.
Not a trace of her exists within him.
But wash away her steps there's still an imprint.

"Find me!"
I heard her call.
"Won't you try? I need you now."

Tell her what you thought about when you gave up.
Did you justify your selfish pride
Or are you just plain oblivious?

You fool.
She nurtured and cared for your
Soul.
Mended your pieces to
Whole.
And you threw her out into the
Cold.
Balancing atop your small egotistical
Thrown

Alone, praying for comfort. You'll be
Alone, praying for comfort. You'll be

Alone cause one is never enough to have loved from
Alone cause one is never enough to have loved from
Her