That Very Time I Saw Observing Life Through Rose Coloured Glass
fancy pencilcases remind me of what i have become. those
butterfly-clips in her hair. the smell of spring rain.
nothig really has slipped my mind. those lunchbreak
fistfights i still can remember. we share a larva's first
two eyes. we share some other butterflies. we share and i
do not regret. they are still not that far away, those
salty tears of yesterday. suddenly one simple thought can
bring it all back. these songs i know i have been told.
everything i know we seem to share. and it is ok.
