Ice Cream and Overpowering the Memories.
An evening of reminders.
Of what I've never had.
Of what I've constantly been denied.
Of something that seems elusively subtle for something so under my nose.
An evening of alternating smiles and frowns, of ups and downs, of raised palms and nails ground into palms.
This crust feels tasteless in my mouth.
I hope things will be alright.
Of what I've never had.
Of what I've constantly been denied.
Of something that seems elusively subtle for something so under my nose.
An evening of alternating smiles and frowns, of ups and downs, of raised palms and nails ground into palms.
This crust feels tasteless in my mouth.
I hope things will be alright.