I wish.
I wish I wouldn't forget. But I do.I Always do. Make a beautiful memory. Or steal a couple from you. It's always those I cherish the most. Is this fate? I wouldn't know. Are memories made so one day we forget? Like fireflies-Incomplete and aglow. It wasn't just a wintry night, It wasn't a confession nor acceptance of defeat, At the hands of this world, this big bad world, In which we live, of which we breathe. There are some days I reminisce, There are sometimes I wish I'd known. That like flames of fire, that glaze and die, Out of my head memories'll be thrown. I try to memorize, every cut and every line, When there is nothing else, this is on my mind. While I may believe, there is life to live, My mind is in the past, searching, writhing.