Holding onto our memories, that were once full with colour and light
Clinching onto every word that was once spoken, that fills me now with darkness
Ourselves laying in a broken mirror full of hatred
Scared to admit that the ash was already taken with the wind
Not talking about now because there is no more us in the now
Trying to find something that will bring the vanished colors back
Why don't we admit that our love expired long ago before the truth sneaked out of the mirror
-L.k
