I heard your going around playing victim... well you dug your own grave
I remember every movement, every word that was spoken. Those conversations, so useless, so unimportant in nature, still are held onto. It wasn’t even determined by the content of the conversations to which was buried deep inside. It was the time that was spent so unbelievable, so hard to imagine being real, so hard to believe it was actually happening, that made them unforgettable. Even after months since those nights, the memories still resound in my head. They are echoed throughout my skull and are remembered long after the fact. They sit there, lingering in the back of my thoughts and give me refuge when the world becomes too much to handle.
I remember those nights as if they had happened hours ago. They were the nights I hold out for; wishing, hoping, for more moments just as those. Those memories make me yearn for something long let go. The beautiful of mistakes, that still is resurfaced every time I hear your voice, see your face, miss your embrace, or reach for you in dreams and only wake to find nothing at all. They are the nights and memories I would wait a life time to have again but fear never will. I remember them as the words I could never say, the feelings I could never explain and the one good thing I gave away. A time of innocence, before I brought my own world crashing down.
The sky hasn't been as clear since those nights. The stars haven't sparkled and shun their brilliant radiance as they did those nights. And I have yet to feel the same cool breeze, as I did those nights.
I remember those nights as if they had happened hours ago. They were the nights I hold out for; wishing, hoping, for more moments just as those. Those memories make me yearn for something long let go. The beautiful of mistakes, that still is resurfaced every time I hear your voice, see your face, miss your embrace, or reach for you in dreams and only wake to find nothing at all. They are the nights and memories I would wait a life time to have again but fear never will. I remember them as the words I could never say, the feelings I could never explain and the one good thing I gave away. A time of innocence, before I brought my own world crashing down.
The sky hasn't been as clear since those nights. The stars haven't sparkled and shun their brilliant radiance as they did those nights. And I have yet to feel the same cool breeze, as I did those nights.