Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Cemeteries of memories





And if you should change your mind,

Know that I'll be first in line.


Even if it's half your heart you can lend,

It'll be enough, all my life, I will pretend.


Because I'm weaker than you think,

Worse than teardrops on ink.


But if ever you choose to come back,

 A suitcase full of life, I would finally unpack.


Just so I can remember you,

I'd forget all that I ever knew.


Say goodbye every time we close our eyes,

So if you're gone, I'll know you were a lie.



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