Burn Out
Look for me in the decay of what we once were
Memories softly slipping by like rain on concrete sidewalks
Too cold and fast to grasp
But there never the less
The thought of you will always be the water that quenches my wandering mind
And I bet you hate it
Like morning dew sitting on the rose, only to dry up
Never to last
Like the embers of a fire that flickers and sparks
But will always burn out








