I can't stop thinking about you.
It's madness, really.
My thought go so deep and I can't leave.
But life still goes.
So how long will I keep thinking about you?
I sadden at the thought, that I know one day I won't remember you.
When I disappear you won't remember me either, would you?
It makes me laugh when people say memories last forever, if they did why bother keeping a photo album?
Memories fade like everything else.
One day we will too.
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Poems Of The Heart
PoetryJust short poems that pop into my head, read if you wish; maybe you'll enjoy them c: