It's not when we met
because nothing comes to mind.
It's not all the times you made me laugh
you, me, us, we, rolling around on the warm beach sand
because nothing comes to mind.... right?
The faint kisses on cheeks and whispers
of sweet cheesiness...
nothing. comes. to. mind.
What I do remember is the present, not the past.
It's the way we pass each other
without saying a word,
memories locked away, greetings and questions
kept in an air-tight chest.
I've gotten a taste of my own medicine,
you could say perhaps.
A heartbreaker with a brokenheart.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:22 AM UTC
It's not when we met
because nothing comes to mind.
It's not all the times you made me laugh
you, me, us, we, rolling around on the warm beach sand
because nothing comes to mind.... right?
The faint kisses on cheeks and whispers
of sweet cheesiness...
nothing. comes. to. mind.
What I do remember is the present, not the past.
It's the way we pass each other
without saying a word,
memories locked away, greetings and questions
kept in an air-tight chest.
I've gotten a taste of my own medicine,
you could say perhaps.
A heartbreaker with a brokenheart.
Obviously my experiences don't consist of these quite yet (ahem, my age :p) but I do try to grasp concepts from the books I've read.
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