She walks down the stairs
dressed in all black,
to the thought of a memory
she hopes to bring back.
Your words from the soul taken from mind to pen,
impacting people on what they read.
Feelings of life and tribute of the dead,
writing the words that are never said.
You bring me up then let me fall,
and just like that its over.
All the pain and all the sorrow slowly returns.
I wish it could stay this way,
A trigger haired carb,
with a back fire like a gun.
Three simple words were lost in the end,
thrown around between the two
yet no feeling or emotion present.
It's not as it may appear,
A note played flat as night fell down,
the salt layed circle upon the ground.
Scratches marked accross the doors,
Screeching sounds along the floor.
Everyone leaves in the end,
lying there watching you walk away
knowing that forever your gone,
as you slowly fade to the shadows.
'It' doesn't seem to want to leave,
quietly trailing, lurking behind.
Always there to stab you in the back,
putting you down when you begin to rise.
The sun wouldn't rise nor fall,
but sit on the oceans surface
glimmering off the crisp sand,
And through the golden clouds
I made you a box and wrapped it in red,
'From a lost love, ' is what the card said.
I filled it with thoughts and the feelings of us,