why is it
that your name still crosses my mind
i understand
that you're something i can never forget
but why do you
have to be something i still think about
why cant you just
be something i remember every so often
a little blurry
but the edges still bleeding brilliant color
that's the only
kind of thought i want to have of you
YOU ARE READING
anything and everything in between
Poetrycome inside my mind. dont be scared. ill hold your hand the whole time
