Come Hither.

Amnesia.






When someone promised you forever says, "I never loved you," it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know.


Maybe you still don't.








If I was a simple man, would we still walk hand in hand? And if I suddenly went blind, would you still look in my eyes? What happens when I grow old? And all my stories have been told? Will your heart still race for me? Or will it march to a new beat? If I was a simple man, would you still stand by my side? And would our flame still burn so bright? And I could make you understand, there'd be no reason to think twice. You'd be my sun; you'd be my light.



If only you were a simple man.






Remembering Friday..