Tomorrow is saturday
and today just another day
Forgotten
With the wish to be remembered
Today is just another day
that I wake up
To the sun on the floor
And warmth in the bone
Today is just another day
To be forgotten
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Tomorrow is saturday
and today just another day
Forgotten
With the wish to be remembered
Today is just another day
that I wake up
To the sun on the floor
And warmth in the bone
Today is just another day
To be forgotten
To me this is not necessarily a sad poem; there is a certain aesthetic in oblivion; you have only this moment now, then the memery for a while, before it is forever forgotten; that makes it so much more valueable and unique.