Some times I just want to be forgotten For the world to forget about me for just a while Let me sit alone and think Give me space to clear my mind The world is to crowded People always near Some times I just need space I just want to melt away and become invisible Some times I just want to be forgotten
You mold me As if you were my sculptor You bend me at will And shape me to perfection Then realize I am the wrong Shape and size That I don't seem Just right So I am thrown in With the scraps As you start anew With your fresh set of clay And your experienced hands Working away on Your new creation Until I am forgotten Like last weeks Paper
we all have our moments our highs and our lows when everything is wonderful then begins the woes now this feeling of loneliness has taken on control the feeling of being forgotten spiraling into this hole there was this special one who once brought new life and hope who refreshed my life anew washed my soul with loving soap but things have changed and she has gone even these words here feeling rotten when will life ever play fair it is hell feeling forgotten
Soon I will be a ghost. Nothing but a figure of the forgotten past. Slowly but surely fading away. I will still reside in this upstate loft. Sitting in that cocoa brown armchair. Watching the future live on in a front row seat.