I remember when we realized
Our favourite song was the same
I felt like you had looked at me
And seen right through my brain
You'd stroke my face while singing
As I drifted off to sleep
And I swore that those fond memories
We're the kind I'd always keep
But even good songs finish
And as the winters silence grew
My cheeks went from a rosy pink
To a mottled black and blue
So I grabbed the person I'd become
And fled into the night
You told me that I'd come back
And you still think you'll be right
But let me tell you one thing
Our song was on the radio
But it's been so long since I've heard it
I've forgotten how it goes
And I've learnt that it takes seven years
For all your cells to be replaced
So one day you'll never have touched
The skin upon my face
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
