Tiny dots on an endless timeline.
That's what these are.
These pictures scattering the floor
These memories scattering in life.
These rules we have in place.
These hands we must hold.
These words we must say without being told.
But I love the life.
These things we have.
Memories in my mind
Scattered in my hands
I will remember you fondly
I will remember you dear
Because
Because
I always wanted you here.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Tiny dots on an endless timeline.
That's what these are.
These pictures scattering the floor
These memories scattering in life.
These rules we have in place.
These hands we must hold.
These words we must say without being told.
But I love the life.
These things we have.
Memories in my mind
Scattered in my hands
I will remember you fondly
I will remember you dear
Because
Because
I always wanted you here.
Pictures. I’ve got too many.