She asked me to follow her into oblivion,nthe positive force of her attracting my negative thoughts..nEvery daytrip along side the city bus,nthe window shelters me from staring at hernFrom single pictures and 3 second glares,nthis obsession carves out the insides,na feeling to describe hurts as bad as going through it,nshe is my goal in life, whatever happens is to be blamed on the human mindnIn exchange for a few memories with her,nI'll give her my life and all the efforts following its bitter endnI've recorded my problems like this,nI just won't rip out the page holding every delicate description of hernEventually the book will come to a close,nthe ink runs dry, but I'll use blood to trace such a fragile portriat involving herself..nShe doesn't know how her presence creates an aura of mystic memories and faded heavyness,nthat I sometimes can't contain without locking sights to the ground.nHead is hung low, from what I view through tears forming around what my hair blurs,nthese eyes are a gift I will never let go of,nthey are the reason I can see such a beautiful girl,nher skin radiant with the sun as the waves of wind gently make her hair a mess..