I don’t remember the words that I wrote
I put them on butterflies to watch them fly
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
I put them in bottles to watch them float
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because maybe this time, I didn’t write them
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because I put them to the sea’s and the winds
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because I watched them crawl up mountains
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because maybe this time, I didn’t write them
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because I buried them underground
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because I attached them to every tree
I don’t remember the words that I wrote
because maybe this time, I didn’t write them
I did this because I didn’t want them, to remember me
2012
But sometimes words still chase after us 🙂
don’t you just hate it when that happens 🙂
Hate it? Hell yeah!!! 🙂
Enigmatic. Much like.
Thanks, glad you liked it
Nice!
Thank you
I never write what I think I should, it always becomes something I didn’t think it would, I guess I shouldn’t even if I could. ~ Dan
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