A Memory Less Traveled

They won't let go;
The bright lights of your eyes
This is not love
This is blissful breathing

In time, they die;
The hundred second chances
This perfect kiss
Is meaningless

Her breath of lies into your eyes
In time, they'll die

I'm driving, barely sleeping
On four, then three, and into hell
My failing is poison and romance
That I'm pleading to erase in time