I can feel you still lingering on the tip of my tongue
your name spills from my mouth
like the pills slipping down my throat, so that I can forget you.
and you see dear
you are still here
in the depths of my mind and heart
yet I see you as a stranger, for we do not cross paths
but I remember you vividly
probably why you still linger on the
tip of my tongue
and your name spills from my mouth
like avalanches fall.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
I can feel you still lingering on the tip of my tongue
your name spills from my mouth
like the pills slipping down my throat, so that I can forget you.
and you see dear
you are still here
in the depths of my mind and heart
yet I see you as a stranger, for we do not cross paths
but I remember you vividly
probably why you still linger on the
tip of my tongue
and your name spills from my mouth
like avalanches fall.
