With the passing of time I start to forget.
The good and the bad, it all fades away
She had made a mark on my heart,
but I can't remember why.
I can hardly remember her face, her voice, or the warmth of her touch.
It disturbs me how I can so easily forget,
when the only thing I remember is her name
and even that requires deep thought.
I wonder though if I'm better off not remembering.
Maybe it's my heart's defense mechanism
To keep it from bleeding out once more.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
With the passing of time I start to forget.
The good and the bad, it all fades away
She had made a mark on my heart,
but I can't remember why.
I can hardly remember her face, her voice, or the warmth of her touch.
It disturbs me how I can so easily forget,
when the only thing I remember is her name
and even that requires deep thought.
I wonder though if I'm better off not remembering.
Maybe it's my heart's defense mechanism
To keep it from bleeding out once more.
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