Megs

She's got that smile again,

Screaming,

"Snap the damn picture."

Her hair is getting aggitated,

Mirroring her mood.

At least it's down for once.

I prefer it restrained

So her face glows

Like it should.

This was our finale,

The long-feared end to forever.

The mornings are faded,

and the covers are mine.

I'm no longer held back

When I'm pissed off

And she's afraid.

The scars are now blended skin.