As my bedroom light fades away I think of what you used to say About how no matter what, you would stay That sentence is now like the light, disarrayed The fixation I had Of how or why you could throw me away It’s now something I don’t care for... I’ve given up on the mystery Maybe one day you will tell me But I will remain somebody You want no communication with Maybe our whole connection was a myth I don’t remember any part of your personality Your figure is fading from the wall Your shadow no longer stalls Your whole presence just falls Into a drain of repressed memories Like being bullied as a teen Or somebody stealing my ice cream Either way, you yourself are not memorable Remember that, when you don’t talk to me at all...
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 21:59:23 +0000
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