As I tend to close my eyes
Your face flashes in my mind
As I tend to run with my life
Ur memory slows me down
As I tend to forget past
You keep crossing my path
As I tend to hate you
Something about you makes me deny
YOU ARE READING
Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
