I remember,
even when I don't want to
trying to move on
forget
erase it all
cause I'm grown now
Time moves forward and
thoughts of the past are
wasted current energy
randomly scattered on fixed events
stagnant and permanent
that can't be removed
or fixed
But yet, I still remember
dwell on it just a bit
fruitful, innocent love
pressed flat against corridor walls
under basement steps
behind open doors
molded into you
pressed onto me
learning desire and discovering
intimacy's natural reaction
both new, both scared
both surprised by such intense experiments
Yeah, I still remember
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