There are days where I’d like to think I don’t remember you at all
But memories stay and when I think, our memories are all that I recall
No matter how hard I refrain from thinking your name my train of thought comes to a halt
My sub conscious collects change from the strange silhouettes that remain stationary waiting for their stop to be called
They act cautious as my brain begins to strain and forgets what’s true or false anticipating for the top to come off
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
There are days where I’d like to think I don’t remember you at all
But memories stay and when I think, our memories are all that I recall
No matter how hard I refrain from thinking your name my train of thought comes to a halt
My sub conscious collects change from the strange silhouettes that remain stationary waiting for their stop to be called
They act cautious as my brain begins to strain and forgets what’s true or false anticipating for the top to come off