For @NotesLake

from the tortured archer to you dear

this one's called “a lesson learned”

there's this fear

new things that are taking place

of everything I'll miss

I'm between the lines

looking at question marks

now our story is forced with dots to leave

there's my rusted hope

that people say it should be bright

but for me is so dimmed and low

there's all the papers I burn

I become fire itself

before they get to you

there's this mirror to my soul

that I handed to you

but you refused to see through

I replay that song

the drug I take after the loss

my feet are cold but at least I'm feeling

it hits all at once

but guess I'm healing

and it's so sad

that I still know you like

the back of my hand

my future's bright

even with all the dark you gave

I gotta move on

this is going to be your lost

even though I'll forever remember your name

you're a lesson learned