Jan 2019
My memories of you become a blur after a while
Of the times we walked home, side by side, mile after mile
Of the times we spent understanding each other's anatomy
Oh, darling, tell me... How is it like being free?
Will you sooner or later forget me?
Will you remember me at all?
Darling,
Know
that
your
Voice
Echoes
When
The sun
Dies.
Of the times we walked home, side by side, mile after mile
Of the times we spent understanding each other's anatomy
Oh, darling, tell me... How is it like being free?
Will you sooner or later forget me?
Will you remember me at all?
Darling,
Know
that
your
Voice
Echoes
When
The sun
Dies.
A poem which describes a lover's feelings after a break up, not yet knowing what to do, questioning all the things your former lover does, hearing things that aren't there - the blues that hit when you realize it's all over.
