11 May 2017
You may look and see
But you won't find me here
You may beg and plead
Yet I will simply disappear
I've seen the years turn to ash
Seen the loves turn to dust
Felt the coming lonely decay
Bright Silver turned to ugly rust
I am locked in my head
With all that could have been
I have tried so hard to forget
Just what these eyes have seen
J.C. Scheff · 2017-05-11
Beautiful