The synapses in my brain are filled with your face
Your coffee brown eyes
Your golden straw hair
Your olive skin
Your hands, and your half-moon shaped fingernails
Your eternally dimpled grin
Your strong and soft arms
And yet when I try to change the channel of this constant trail of thought,
you pop up again, saying, "hello lady"
I can't get you out of my head
Not even when I try to go to bed
You're there,
In scenarios and scenes that haven't been
You're waltzing your way into my brain night and day
And what do I have to show for it?
A few texts ...
what's next?
Probably nothing. But I still can't stop thinking about you.
What a dumbass.
YOU ARE READING
Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
