Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Shrive


At worst I am a hopeless romantic writing love letter to myself.
You left me out of the equation family ties more important.
Kissing in the dark, no emotion can truly be registered.
This is where love cannot live, because no one involved believes.

You left me out of the equation family ties more important.
Eighty percent of our memories are conceived by what we see.
This is where love cannot live, because no one involved believes.
I don’t remember what was good, I just remember I was there.

Eighty percent of our memories are conceived by what we see.
Kissing in the dark, no emotion can truly be registered.
I don’t remember what was good, I just remember I was there.
At worst I am a hopeless romantic writing love letter to myself.

I don’t remember what was good, I just remember I was there.
She tells me about that time we were in the same space.
There is so much noise my voice is lost.
This is where love cannot live, because no one involved believes.

The eye is composed with 2 million working parts.
She tells me about that time we were in the same space.
You left me out of the equation family ties more important.
There is something missing, I don’t know exactly what.

There is so much noise my voice is lost.
Kissing in the dark, no emotion can truly be registered.
I don’t remember what was good, I just remember I was there.
At best I am a hopeless romantic writing love letter to myself.

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