Packed Away

Putting the memories that i have clung to for so long.
Putting them in the middle of this pit.
Gonna watch them burn,
through the laughter and tears.
But these flames are fighting to ash,

our very first kiss,

the touch of your skin on mine.
I will fight.
More gasoline.
I wish.
The scars would burn away to.
Every word ever said,

every look, every night,

 never really meant.....

Putting back these pieces

did you know,

you left me like this?

Scattering this burnt up dream
over this town,

 you know you feel it to.
It's that tickle in the back of your throat

 and the dust from your step.