I once knew you but I guess now I don't, I thought we had each other. Colorful memories, some bright and bleak, must now be buried for those who seek. For those who seek may never find, which I think is crossing that thin black line. I've buried it in the underworld of my heart, keeping it under wraps of my soul. Whoever you are you're trapped in the locks of my heart.
For the memories that are buried
December 6, 2010