Sometimes I like to
Fall asleep
In your sheets
And pretend
You'll lay with me soon.
And though I'm only
Lying to myself,
Pretending is
Better than forgetting.
Your scent is a curse.
And it lingers everywhere,
But I can't seem
To get rid of
Your old t-shirts
Because hurting is
Better than forgetting.
The seasons are changing,
And you still haven't come
Knocking on my door
Like I always hope
You will.
They tell me to forget
And forgive
And heal;
To ignore the fact that
You are sleeping
Six feet under the ground
Because it will only
Bring me pain,
But feeling pain is
Better than forgetting.
I don't want to forget.
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
