Telling you my past

Hoping you were my future

Was my first mistake.

To Paris, a promise

Broken one-hundred times, hence

Impossible choice.

To each a candle

Varying in length and life

To light another.

Oft times there are scars

That hide beneath the surface

Only few can see.

Some days evil wins

Other days, good will triumph

Relish the challenge.

Twenty years spent caged

With the song bird flying free

Oh, the irony.

Sing to me a song

A memory we have lost

At infinite cost.

Trace your every scar

While I’m trying to forget

Which of them I left.

Mad man, a blue box
Strange what sadness this has brought
Such a simple phrase.

Some days I wonder

How many friends will simply

Become memories.