I once drew a perfect defined picture
Two smiles drawn perfectly across our faces
But that picture is long burnt lit up in flames
That memory was the last thing that we had
the smiles where turned
the tears where formed
and now time can only tell
the picture was ripped perfectly in half
an invisible line drawn in between you and me
our lips never to brush again
our eyes never to lock over and over
our hands no more a puzzle fitting like a glove and hand together.
When you gave me those words
my heart skipped a beat and the world span
i didnt know what was up or down.
Now all I know is that your gone.
And wouldnt ever look at me the same.