I need an eraser, to erase her
from the story of us,
of we
but no matter how much time has past
my mind wanders
and I can't shake the thought of time shared
between you me,
and she
forever flawed is our tale
moving past,
your past
discrepancies
arms weak,
the boxes are too heavy
arms weak,
the boxes are too heavy
No comments:
Post a Comment