It wasn’t just a stupid name. That name held a grudge against the cold baring of my emotions. The tears, and scars that was left behind to what I suppose a clean sweep. Only the air that I no longer can gasp for reaches me. I thought I found forever in a pair of shiny amber that once hung beneath that tree. Oh god that standing tall, old creaky tree that I once admired. Oh how the memories play to the soothing of me calling out for you, reaching out to what was supposed to be mine. I couldn’t let it ring and dance out to the admiration of her. You were my everything. The way my heart danced around like a flower in the cherished winds, and the shivers of pains that was once your hands. My deepened blue seeks and lurks out to that alluring tree. I once stood beneath, ravishing the amber trickle down as my hand ached out to glaze slowly over. Breathing in exquisite warmth that once brought my aching pains to closure. My dreams erupted as you make your appearance guiding in to the light of the stars. Shining but never enough, only enough my deep blue can perceive at. Perfection I seemed for and stumbled over preserving