one never gets over the oldloves they stay with you they haunt your life and give sinew to what you will always need what you will always lack because we dream more than what can be we live our lives grasping at our hearts desire and never again touch what the child once held open your soul and live like a child i dream in ice and color amid a lake of fire my eyes, my mouth beg my heart to burst we should be broken down sobbing a huddled mass kissing at each others feet