Time heals all wounds, and I believe this fact.
I know of her ever changing heart in a lover spat.
When hell hath no fury, I must be cautious,
Cause the love run deep like the energy in onyx.
I miss your voice no matter how much the change,
And I wish that we were near regardless the range.
My heart fills with laughter and pain in remnants of you.
And rather in this life, next, or past I knew in my heart it is you.