yaku-zin

i. you can close your eyes and count the stars and find where they connect to draw a face years older than yours; this weary gaze is turning in for the night but it won't turn away from you ii. just please forget the taste of melancholy goodbyes and words we haven't said; keep your tongue wrapped around the flavors of boisterous laughs and every "i love you" that lingers in this stubborn atmosphere iii. and you no longer need these wizened hands to hold you up and hold your balance on these rocks; these tired bones are folding themselves in; keep them in the back of your mind and they'll keep you standing iv. if you forget the