Haunting
Memories or phantoms
Peoples places dates
Dance through my head
To an unheard melody
Swaying in time with my concentration
Almost truths
Half lies
they say you only truly remember an event once
After that you are remembering
The memory.
Our brain is a strange place
Twisting truths
Making reality as we see fit
But not always as we desire.
It seems without rhyme or reason
But happens nonetheless.
So I am stuck in hopeless remembrance
What should grace my lips
With a sweet smile instead
Twists into my heart
With unprecedented dread.
Any ideal soured
How do I know who you are
If you are determined by my unsteady head?
YOU ARE READING
Up Too Late
Poetry//Hopefully// my best poetry, random stuff from times I can't sleep and need to leave my mess of a mind
