You know when you forget what you were about to do or say? This is my interpretation.
Impression of a depression
Gently pressing,
Trying to release a vague thought
Perhaps butterflies
Or a familiar face
Someone calling my name
An inkling of a trace
Just out of reach
Insignificant
Till I remember
Impression of a depression
Is all that it is
Somewhere in the back of my mind
Till I remember
Still pressing,
Against the ridge
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100 Peices of Me
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
