My eyes are still so damn bloodshot blue with images of what coulda been. Blue not red because you never gave me the oxygen i needed to allow those images to flourish, like a seed blooms into a flower and sure the buds eventually wither and die but they still maintain that essence of beauty for as long as there allowed to. we were never allowed to.
and even now i try to regulate my vision so i can see clearly again but your very existence has blinded me. So I'm forced to continue to walk into these rigid cold lonely walls. all i see now are shadows, outlines of where you used to stand. but there getting more and more faded by the day. and slowly but surely my sight is coming back to me. I'm starting to understand what you did and why you did it. its so easy to fall out of love..
~~~Mike Read~~
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