They'll name a city after us...And later say it's all our fault
we speak for hours
the awkward silences
seem to fade slowly.
they constantly ask us
what did you talk about?
i dont remember.
i dont remember
the words
i dont remember
the stories
i dont remember
the references
i remember
just the feeling.
the feeling of happiness.
the awkward silences
seem to fade slowly.
they constantly ask us
what did you talk about?
i dont remember.
i dont remember
the words
i dont remember
the stories
i dont remember
the references
i remember
just the feeling.
the feeling of happiness.
2 comments:
I like the style of poetry you have choosen.
Unorthodox yet so symmetrical. I have experimented with similar styles abt but you show remaarkable consistency in rhyme as well as volume. Keep penning poetry but do think of prose. I am missing your wisdom.
Might have to go to your archived posts and start re-reading.
i definetly am going to revert back to writing about my random tales in the city. :)
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