I'll go through all the things that were packed away.
Hoping I'd find something that would make me stay.
Something that'd remind me,
that being lonely is just a phase.
I'll find the things that were kept inside,
hoping I'd find them before I die.
But they reminded me of the nights,
the nights I cried to stay alive.
I'll stumble upon our memories,
wondering when forever will be.
I'd remember that moment you were free,
the happiness was leaving me.
So I picked myself up,
put them back inside,
and I put them away for another day.
All because our memories,
filled me up with jealousy.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
I'll go through all the things that were packed away.
Hoping I'd find something that would make me stay.
Something that'd remind me,
that being lonely is just a phase.
I'll find the things that were kept inside,
hoping I'd find them before I die.
But they reminded me of the nights,
the nights I cried to stay alive.
I'll stumble upon our memories,
wondering when forever will be.
I'd remember that moment you were free,
the happiness was leaving me.
So I picked myself up,
put them back inside,
and I put them away for another day.
All because our memories,
filled me up with jealousy.
My favourite one yet. I enjoyed writing this.
