forget the way she held this hand
just lay it back inside that memory
it changes with every touch
we can't even hold onto you
don't even want to
but the troubled feeling
is coiled within you
the memory it holds
could take away the burden of "I forgot to say"
you can't apologise to your own mistakes
an empty room
full of poisonous regrets
there is nothing here
just a mind
blind to the truth
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
forget the way she held this hand
just lay it back inside that memory
it changes with every touch
we can't even hold onto you
don't even want to
but the troubled feeling
is coiled within you
the memory it holds
could take away the burden of "I forgot to say"
you can't apologise to your own mistakes
an empty room
full of poisonous regrets
there is nothing here
just a mind
blind to the truth
Written on 14th October 2011
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