Your memory is benign,
But it's spreading like cancer.
I'm searching for reasons
And can't find an answer.
Five years have passed away
Since we last said goodbye.
Our love took its final breath,
But now I wonder why.
Your face is a tumor
Growing in my thoughts.
I should cut it out, excise it,
Or so I was taught.
But these images are sweet,
So I will hold on.
Your memories won't **** me,
Only remind me you're gone.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Your memory is benign,
But it's spreading like cancer.
I'm searching for reasons
And can't find an answer.
Five years have passed away
Since we last said goodbye.
Our love took its final breath,
But now I wonder why.
Your face is a tumor
Growing in my thoughts.
I should cut it out, excise it,
Or so I was taught.
But these images are sweet,
So I will hold on.
Your memories won't **** me,
Only remind me you're gone.
