white washed memories
are quickly fading
i only wish i got more photos
of us when we were dating
i stare at your face in total wonder
and hope to god you do the same
i know my woes will disappear
but i deserve the fame
i crave the pleasure of knowing
that in your mind i wait
as the embodiment of what you want
but for me it's too late
I am on my way to forgetting
the way your lips felt on my neck
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
