Her empty palms waved, I crashed, In a love that seemed infinite. I question how long these moments last, or if they'll ever pass. I shake at the thought of someday being more than this. Until then we can look to the faces of things already dead, and wonder when we get our peace. Until then I'll stay here, and rot in this head holding thought. I better not spill, I'm already empty.

c4c and all that stuff.