f a d e d
Vivid images of a faded dream A ruin of nothing The taste of dust and happiness in the air A ruin of everything The smell of you on my hands Droplets of sweet blood left in my wake A shattered glass was all it took To exile my love away A shattered glass that was once a depiction A tangible illusion left to decay The sound of sour laughter and a thought Why is it, that after all this time This does not Hurt.