because I was restless.

A Poem by Hermione

And I see you under the glycerin smile
those vapid eyes
I can see you
I can see the lies
Can I picture you golden in my mind?
just one more time?
picture me to love you still
but only in your head
because the emotion has expired
and the honesty's gone dead
The memories will fade and rot
but one thing is sure
one thing is certain
the scars will not.