At the end I'm just afraid to be forgotten
I've told you again and again
"Don't forget me, even one day we took our own path"
One day, in the middle of winter
When the butterfly stop running around my mind
Maybe I will be able to let you go
To let you forget our memories
Not remember the way I see you like a shooting star
I would never had.
At the end
Once again
No memories left after all.
YOU ARE READING
WILL YOU TAKE A MOMENT?
PoetrySleepless night, heavy heart, swollen eyes, lose appetite. Every word on my mind from the last 24 hours.
