I can not think
forgive me.
Faceless shapes in the dark corridor with
painted walls and no windows
how can i see?
How can i feel when i can not see-You make
me just as how i make you real
Simply carved out objects of our selves
Here
we are mountains of lies and hollowed out
hearts. Brains filled with pointless thoughts
jabbering away at overthinking speculations
Forgetfulness is as equivalent to carelessness
YOU ARE READING
Songs of the past
PoetryThe songs I sing are thoughts and moments// memories that I misplaced- forced back and hidden. I share these in hopes the scars I bare- we may share. Enjoy :)
