i hide under my pillow as i let the quiet put things in my head.
i think, i think and i think. i think so much my temples ring with it.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
i’m thirteen and you’re smiling at me through the patio doors.
monitors beeping. your chest lifts and falls, lifts and falls.
all that’s left are 19 boxes of a man who will never laugh again.
time passing. a black box. curtains close. roses could never say enough.
time passing. time passing. time passing.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
i’m seventeen years old it's new years, the first day of another decade.
and the only thing i know is time will kill us all on the brink of a kiss.
monitors beeping, always leaving. there’s not enough time to love what’s left.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
empty beds, a silent motorway, monitors beeping.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
tired eyes, sleepy head.
such an empty space. and the world forgives.
i am nothing more than the thought of a perfect memory.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
i’m thirteen and you’re smiling at me through the patio doors.
monitors beeping. your chest lifts and falls, lifts and falls.
all that’s left are 19 boxes of a man who will never laugh again.
time passing. a black box. curtains close. roses could never say enough.
time passing. time passing. time passing.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
i’m seventeen years old it's new years, the first day of another decade.
and the only thing i know is time will kill us all on the brink of a kiss.
monitors beeping, always leaving. there’s not enough time to love what’s left.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
empty beds, a silent motorway, monitors beeping.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
tired eyes, sleepy head.
such an empty space. and the world forgives.
i am nothing more than the thought of a perfect memory.
forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
- always always R.
This is incredibly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy the repetition you've used; forget, forgetting, forgotten, forgot.
And the line "All that’s left are 19 boxes of a man who will never laugh again."
Very touching.
I will never forget you. Your blogs give me hope, and your worlds are so beautiful. I find myself constantly checking to see if you have posted something new, and all your posts on both blogs give me shivers.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I don't know who you are, but i feel as if i know you through your worlds. Stay strong my love. Things will be okay. xo