I feel like an outsider. an intruder in her pristine eyes.
I try and walk beside her, try to belong, but I am faced with my disguise.
I tear the flesh from my smile, and remember who I am.
I have tasted bitter byle, knowing I can't go back again.
I look down at my scarred hands.
Notice they hold only sad memories.
Time is an hour glass rapidly turning sands.
Looking in her eyes once more, I am faced with what I used to be.
However, I walk behind observing.
Listening to her laughter and find that I am un-deserving of the forgiveness that I am after.