memory

siranswerer

It seems breathless, that memory,
But slippery like, it fleets.
Surrounded by reminders,
I thought I had burnt those thoughts,
But Memory and Thought follow me,
Everywhere I go.
Everytime I think of you, I die a little more,
Everytime I die a little more, I think of you.

  • Author: siranswerer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2019 05:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Loving this.

  • dusk arising

    Excellent, that's just how certain memories and loss haunt us, an feel the angst in this too.

  • Goldfinch60

    Those memories can bring us both good and bad feelings but the good always override the bad.



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