You remind me of the cold December night
When you threw and spoke all your goodbyes
You remind me of the warm summer afternoon
When I finally met your gaze once again, in a crowded room
Then you'll remember when the sun sets beneath your eyes
And when the moon slowly crawls up the starry night sky
But then you'll forget me like I used to call your name
And our memories washed out under the pouring rain
-k.l.p
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
