I try to trace the outlines left by your eyes
when they turn to look away,
but sparks fly out;
deeper than the time between the stupid things i say
and I'm once again distracted by the flecks of light
that lost the will to dance,
waiting under lids in hope to see the sun.
That day never came
and they died.
They died alone and lonely
waiting for nothing.
I might as well have crawled back inside
and picked up the pieces myself.
You can't just leave them there.
But you did,
because you know if you wait long enough
I'll do it all for you.
help with words you don't like and punctuation and stuff, it's a mess.
thanks a lot, peace and love