the more you move away from me, the more we relize how nice it feels.
the less we contact each other, the more we forget.
i like feeling, of you ebbing away from my thoughts...like butterflys slowly burning in a flame.
you're going extinct.
too bad, you leave your damn fossles in my memories, things connect and wa la, there is a memory of a time, of a thing, of you.
so i have to twitch, remember, and burry away the bones again. all inside my head, away from peering eyes, no one can see this affliction i have. this ailment..this task i have to do everytime i find a memory.
so i remember something else, a good one..or a slow day were everything went so well, and forget the day before ..hell.
so one day, i can be strong, and not shiver, or cry at night remeber the you connected to this object..or place..
this is for all of you, who broke me piece by piece, who loved me part by part, who cared, who didn't, for you who talked, and you who listened...
names names davidrebeccajoshkevinkeathjohnsamsambrittbrittsarahkatieevanrichardashlyamandakatieclarejoebillydan
more and more i forgot names but not them.
so this is for you memories and people
burn and flutter away little butterflys
before you become stale.
 Never Ask Dante · Tue Oct 16, 2007 @ 04:41am · 2 Comments |
