Just like summer comes after spring,
winter comes after fall.
Just like what goes up,
must come down.

There's always a low after a high.
Like candy, or drugs.
My soul begins to sigh
and I can feel a hand that tugs
at my heart.
A piercing dart
hits the bull's eye.
Deep blood flows,
yet no one knows.

Your arms and hands,
your face and lips,
your eyes-
forever alive in my brain.
Behind my eyes
lies the scene.
Permanently engraved.