31 May 2012

I have a hard time thinking,

About how you've turned to dust.

I remember how your smile lit my way,

And saved me from my ruts.

I remember me in my depression,

How you physically kissed my cuts.

Now you're just a memory that hurts,

Now you, my darling, are just dust.

thehaleyfanningJust Dust • Opuss № I