I cannot drink the milk anymore
And I don’t remember it’s taste.
Memories coagulate together,
But only in my mind.
I think it hurts them
Remembering the bright-eyes
And seeing their friends have babies.
She once said she missed
My silent days
And I think she really missed the days
That made things easy.
Why do I feel guilty
When put at the mercy of time’s
Arrow?
I think it hurts them.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
I cannot drink the milk anymore
And I don’t remember it’s taste.
Memories coagulate together,
But only in my mind.
I think it hurts them
Remembering the bright-eyes
And seeing their friends have babies.
She once said she missed
My silent days
And I think she really missed the days
That made things easy.
Why do I feel guilty
When put at the mercy of time’s
Arrow?
I think it hurts them.
