We were running towards something,
I can't quite remember what.
But I know that when we made it we had missed so much a long the way.
Now we stand here,
In a field of the things we said we would always remember and it seems I can't recall the memories.
Do you remember the perfume my first love used to wear,
do you remember the friends I held so dear,
or the things I used to say?
I don't.
I wish I could but it seems that as we chased eachother to the finish line we dropped the things worth remembering in order to go faster.
We aren't living,
We are dying,
And we are pretending to enjoy it.
We were running towards something,
I can't quite remember what.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
