sth

how much do u remember,
when things got old in this head...?
how much is still on hand,
when time arrives from yesterday?
footprints placed,
love dust rode,
pieces fell off from our parted souls...
becoming smells,
becoming breaths,
they took away some pieces from us,
they placed something called "more" in lovers' hearts...
may my wounds heal yours,
may your love hurt mine,
right at the moment wind showers this world.