When the wind is howling through the trees and scattering the rain across my face
I remember the times we sat in a car locked in embrace, studying our love of water
as our lips met in a quiet lingering passion, while our hands danced around
from hand in hand, to your hands tangled in my hair and caressing my neck
We were practically one person that day
so caught in a moment
now there are just invisible scars hiding under my skin
thin ones that have mended and gashed out whole where my everything was taken away
my mind see these moments in blissful pain, for the memories hurt
but bring back the bitter sweet happiness that once was felt
lying is only easy some days, others I cringe at every reminder thats
scattered like shrapnel throughout my body
the emoticon that entails your happiness, or the fake laugh out louds
that dot a conversation that is forced and painful every second
because the words I want will never be formed
living in a walking dream, no nightmare
where every thing has a memory
from a green hill in the rain, to a window up high
my everything was poured out and nothing came back
broken and scarred with invisible cuts
the words we type bring tears, but less is worse
being left to float in limbo, forgotten
is more terrifying
than the tears
that fall
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