When I forget the things you tell me,
It’s not for lack of listening,
It’s just life getting in the way;
It’s me thinking about your words,
Telling others too,
Because I think it’s fascinating,
So that so many memories,
In such a small amount of time,
Are connected back,
And overlap.
I could kick myself,
For every word you told me,
That I forgot,
Because I want to hear,
And know what’s on your mind;
Because you’re important,
And I don’t want you to forget that.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
When I forget the things you tell me,
It’s not for lack of listening,
It’s just life getting in the way;
It’s me thinking about your words,
Telling others too,
Because I think it’s fascinating,
So that so many memories,
In such a small amount of time,
Are connected back,
And overlap.
I could kick myself,
For every word you told me,
That I forgot,
Because I want to hear,
And know what’s on your mind;
Because you’re important,
And I don’t want you to forget that.
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