Memories

So here we sit
Trapped in a room with each other
The door was taken
By a higher force
And the windows were locked
With bolts bigger than our hands put together
Even though you’re right in front of me
I feel like I lost you, the past is blurry and the future isn’t there
As we play our game of
“Who Will Blink First”
I can’t help but have misshapen flashbacks of the good times
I wish I could take those times back
Stuff them in a box
So that way when you fade away
The memories won’t
I don’t want to get close,
Because it’ll hurt that much more
When I have to let you go





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback