|Never even comes here anymore shit I still have a deviantart when did that happen?|
Paper LinesHer name is written across my notebook,Paper Lines by Cavca
scribbled long ago,
before the end of what was great,
before we fell apart,
scattered to the corners
because looking at each others' faces
reminded us of her.
hidden between the pages,
next to the Civil War and last minute Chem notes,
finds my eyes
and I hear my breath catch in a sob
before I push it back,
deep into the labyrinth of forgotten thought.
Her name is written across my notebook,
a scar upon my chest I can't quite see
but never seems to heal,
voices, faces, scenes of life and memory
refusing not to play.
And the blood.
Oh the blood and the screech of whining metal,
grinding to a standstill that never seems to end.
And the day keeps restarting,
the same mistakes,
the same missed steps.
And as they lifted her and carried her away,
they promised she'd be okay
just to shut me up.
the loopy letters curling over one another
mimicking cursive, the detailed Calligraphy and flow
as she swears loyalty, fealty