there's a small pocket...
could be in my sweater,
my mind or my heart.
It doesn't matter where.
All you need to know
is that in the pocket
all my memories of you
are stored there.
The best part is that
I can always look back on them
because they're good memories...
even if it reminds me
of how far away we are.
The saddest part is...
I can also remember the bad moments
when my heart broke,
when you made it into
dust.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
there's a small pocket...
could be in my sweater,
my mind or my heart.
It doesn't matter where.
All you need to know
is that in the pocket
all my memories of you
are stored there.
The best part is that
I can always look back on them
because they're good memories...
even if it reminds me
of how far away we are.
The saddest part is...
I can also remember the bad moments
when my heart broke,
when you made it into
dust.
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