September
September
September
You know our best moments were layin' on that couch
Lying to each other about what might could come next
In our defense we were young
And in my defense I was dumb
Some could say I crafted a future that was impossible
Others say I didn't even try to catch up
We could stay layin' on that couch
Lying to each other
Sure it wasn't real
But at least it wasn't this
Crippling anxiety that plagues me day to day
In our defense we were young
And in my defense it was fun
Laying on each other
Layin' on the couch
Lying to ourselves and
Lying to each other on that squeaky, cozy couch in September
My stories of time spent together
They would never come true
Maybe because you left
Or maybe because I flew
September
September
October
YOU ARE READING
Seeds Of Memory
PoetryI write a lot of poetry and I've never thought about posting it until recently. Fair warning, there might be a good bit of triggering stuff. I'll add warnings where they're needed, though, so no worries! Cover by Ritshou on Tumblr!
