Charred
I\'ll let your inspiration ruin my mind,
leave memories of you for it to find.
Loneliness it\'s a sailing ship,
its a solo taken rounded trip,
an empty car seat beside the bed,
memories before both were dead.
The ocean so empty in front of me,
still, both across I plainly see.
Truths touch stings and burns,
I\'m charred thinking of those I yearn.