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Lotus
by Mushroom
I can’t even remember how much you meant to me.
It is almost midnight; I realize
I don’t love you anymore, yet I still wrinkle my forehead
In thought, trying to recall how good it was
You are always stuck in my head, I can’t seem to let go
Of the memories that smell like dry, crisp leaves
Forgotten breakfast and stale coffee
Why you left the bedroom, I do not know
I love you, but tonight I won’t.
For the smell has left my sheets and there is
No coffee in the cupboard
I don’t love you anymore, and I can’t even remember
How much you meant to me
I only remember the warmth like a timid sun and
Not the feel of fingers, not love
There are two figures in my memories, only
You and someone just like me
My mind breaks because you do not mean a thing
Anymore; I only remember that I love you
(But tonight, I won’t.)
by Mushroom
I can’t even remember how much you meant to me.
It is almost midnight; I realize
I don’t love you anymore, yet I still wrinkle my forehead
In thought, trying to recall how good it was
You are always stuck in my head, I can’t seem to let go
Of the memories that smell like dry, crisp leaves
Forgotten breakfast and stale coffee
Why you left the bedroom, I do not know
I love you, but tonight I won’t.
For the smell has left my sheets and there is
No coffee in the cupboard
I don’t love you anymore, and I can’t even remember
How much you meant to me
I only remember the warmth like a timid sun and
Not the feel of fingers, not love
There are two figures in my memories, only
You and someone just like me
My mind breaks because you do not mean a thing
Anymore; I only remember that I love you
(But tonight, I won’t.)