"it's a remnant like that of a shipwreck
( i hear her voice but she's no longer here)
it must be a dream, it must be
( forget about her, my dear )
it's all in my head but i remember her
(standing at the end of the pier)
then...
...
then..."
- she disappeared
YOU ARE READING
Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
remember to forget
"it's a remnant like that of a shipwreck
( i hear her voice but she's no longer here)
it must be a dream, it must be
( forget about her, my dear )
it's all in my head but i remember her
(standing at the end of the pier)
then...
...
then..."
- she disappeared