Everyone gets tired eventually
They'll write your name in their memories
They'll forget your face and your voice
Store them away in a volt
Keep you close withing their mind but never enough to set you free
You keep trying to remind them of your presence
But what does it matter?
Everyone gets tired eventually
They'll write your name in their memories
Until finally you realize
All you'll ever be is just a memory.
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The asylum of my thoughts [Poetry]
PoetryMy second collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 16/07/2023 Concluded: 13/12/2023 ☆☆☆ 100 reads: 22/07/2023