purple prophecy

i have been here before in this watery grave where i stare through the pale glass mirror of the water's surface and i feel the cold smooth ripples of the lake all lit up with the smoke in my lungs i love it though to tell the truth the shiny glass surface of the clouds makes the trees look like licorish in a paper bag and the rolled up white paper burns purple between my fingers sendig shockwaves that bounce philosophical through the corridors of my throat and my mind ,to say the least my love affair has never been so brief ,when mary first told me about her big brother and how he would do anything to get us together i could'nt stop the laughter that followed i laughed for hours until my throat hurt and the air in my lungs dried up but i was too hard headed to know so when she told me how much she loved fridays and how they did wonders for her skin i was at a loss for words all i remember is how intune we were how she made madness in my mind on mind numbing days in my room feel like summers i would never get back i loved her to say the most she left so quickly mary ,left so suddenly that my feet buckled every time i got up too fast for comfort i wonder if she still remembers me oh i wonder if she's forgotten my name