When you pass me in the sky, remember who we were
When we are nothing but two distant stars, traveling light years away from each other, don't let your tongue forget how to form my name. Because it's been 364 days since I last saw you and every line in your face stays etched to my brain
I can't forget
As much as I'd like to, I'm stuck in a golden glow and warm splash of sun, every summer day blended to one. The past is my anchor, escape from the future I'm scared of. I can't stand to think of moving away from the people I've barely begun to love.
So I romanticize you, and everything you did to me
You morph from tragic maiden to evil witch, and dragon breathing fire
I can never tell if I'm saying good-bye
I miss you
look what you did to me
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I can't
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PuisiAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
