[three minutes]

the past is a place
not far away
my fingers in yours
and the root of the cause still undiscovered
your lips
a foreign place
my eyes close tightly
as i whisper, gently, the reasons i'm not
"no one can tell me not to find it..."
a line erased
is it truly black?
the fire is so much hotter than you know
rewind
rewind
a girl stands alone on a bridge
with memory railings
and her feet feel like null space
but her eyes follow the smile beneath icy water
too late to swim
too early to fly