𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖

Forgetting

My fingers tracing lazy lines, a constant up and down your spine.

Nails digging sharp, drawing blood, whining for comfort like a mutt.

I wanna say „It's not my fault", but silence sometimes still is gold.

Sorries whispered like a plea, we were never meant to be.

Know but never understand what's going on inside your head.

Now I'm having teary eyes, while you don't know I ever cried.

Secrets held behind a wall, scared and waiting for it's fall.

Oh, you left me a new message, now there's standing „Don't forget me"...

(Made on the 22th of August, 5:19pm)