You are a memory,
A picture I had to find
It's like flipping pages of a story
Trying not to go blind
An image is not enough
It used to be, but now
Let it all be forgotten
Let's not talk about the 'how'
I see your glossy new friends
Glad you had no trouble
For me everything is bland,
It's bad out of the bubble
You changed your hair
And your attitude too
I didn't think you'd dare
But now you've got to persue
There's nothing of it for me,
Not even an ounce of excitement
Friendships are platonic,
Love devoid of sentiments
Because to me
You are a memory,
A picture I had to find
I'm flipping pages of a story
Trying not to go blind
YOU ARE READING
❁𝗥ê𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲❁
PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
