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Ekta Oct 2020
I never forget you
I tend to ignore you
Cause I can't push myself
Into that spiral
Again and again
Slime-God Oct 2020
Long have I known fog,
his name, a penumbral thought.
Just like all the rest...
Thoughts have long passed through me like a rolling fog, hazy, and never long to stay. Longer have I wished for their lasting company.
iAmNotUramaki Oct 2020
and i know one day you'll forget about me
i bet you're all already doing it

i'll be a distant memory
a nostalgic song

you'll remember my rights
and whatever went wrong

but be wary o, you familiar stangers
be wary of my ghost

because i may be gone
but i'll haunt you til the day you cease breathing
alexandra Sep 2020
you make me remember.
remember what it feels like to let go.
you give me complete liberation.
I am free from the confinement your love once brought.
when I remember you,
I forget all things.

when I remember ..
yama verita Sep 2020
if only i could,
i would forget everything:
your face, your laughter,
the sweetness of your soft lips,
your smile and above all, you.
Marg Balvaloza Sep 2020
all of a sudden
its her vivid memories
that started to fade

like a photograph
captured in a camera
in grayscale effect

{ l.m.l.b }
at some point, i think it's pretty cool to also do what clementine did to joel barish. // may 2019
Cross Boundry Sep 2020
i told him i didn't love him
every word burned truth
he said he could wait forever
he could hold his love to the last
that he could keep the time we spend
and capture it in the lens of his newly dusted camera
he said
"if that's where i can have you,
                         i'll love you there."
like a thing to be phtotgraphed
           he talked about me like a thing worthy of being kept
a story he never wanted to forget
           a moment to capture
"i see what others can't and keep it
                          the  difference between dreams
                                        and reality
                                            is her."
true story
thanks to anonymous
Iska Sep 2020
The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time
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