An Unfulfilled Life

Every memory strikes a string
Smells, sights, sounds, they all bring me back to talks
Of confusing existance, a dare and a life
Your eyes deep and sorrowful
A glare that burned but helped
full of joy and laughter
This is a life that was really meant to live long
Robbed of innocence, unsheltered, growing-up
A childhood that there never was
Being held close, talking through actions
Pains that were eased and healed
a hand is held, a heart is touched, eyes begin to flood
Worries that were washed away with tears...


Co-written with a good friend of mine >.<..Mine's the red ones.