memories,
they draw me in.
false promises and tales of what was
and what could’ve been.
my cup runs dry
but i drink anyway;
i drink it away.
i search for myself in a crowded room
i catch a glimpse of her,
but she leaves too soon.
who i was
and who i am,
staring at the back
of who i could’ve been
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
memories,
they draw me in.
false promises and tales of what was
and what could’ve been.
my cup runs dry
but i drink anyway;
i drink it away.
i search for myself in a crowded room
i catch a glimpse of her,
but she leaves too soon.
who i was
and who i am,
staring at the back
of who i could’ve been
