Since she promised, she holds onto all things old,
Keeps smiling as she, too, becomes covered in mold,
Even though the memories are more sour than sweet by now,
She still feels reluctant to have even a single one of them sold.
Once looking forward, she's now stuck in years ago,
Experiencing every single so-called all-time low
As if all of them took place around now...
Why'd you, Lily, keep doing that while putting on a show?
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
