By ZoE
Date: 8 November 1998

heart hurts

maybe forever isn't so far away
sundays i almost forget myself
and the piece of me you gave
seems we p=assed so many years ago
mederoites hit and no one sees
people die and no one knows they lived
so will this be forever engraved in to our minds?
so wilt away in to never
i will visit you in the spring
you are my forever
i,laced up flower fake
you,bruise o the year
maybe we could learn to make our own language so they can't hear us crying
we pretend so much that the truth feels like faith
in my memories i wished i was you
remember me,severed wings and all
i will lie to myself
when does forever en?
infinite is lies unveiled to us we see ourselves
it was us 
it was this way
it was terrible
wrse than it could've been
some things are easily smudged