I have pictures
In my mind
That I play back
From time to time
Before you left
How could I know
That you'd move on
When you'd go
But I have memories
Though they're not as strong
How you made me feel
That missing you was wrong
I know I'm psycho
Living each day
Thinking maybe you'd love me anyway
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
