A dusty halo that I burned a long time ago,
I miss her, she was a huge part of my life,
Messages under the blasted sun,
Betwixt my foreign enemies,
The downfall of my twisted youth,
Marlboro mistakes starting to escape my memories,
Rubbing me the wrong way,
An excess of lost counterparts,
All i gave her was my all,
Wasn't good enough for my one true love,
Her name rang true in my ears constantly,
Echoing against a backdrop of hell,
A probation that I forgot about,
A kiss that I miss,
One that I will not trip about.
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I understand...I wrote this about my friend who knew "crystal." https://vocal.media/psyche/crystal-2n3qlx0jbc