I've been going back on the past,
Reading emails that seem to last,
Hurting me down to the depths of my soul,
Don't know why it's creating a hole,
Wish i wouldn't do it, but still i do,
Words getting stuck as if covered in glue,
Don't want to delete them nor to forget,
The memories woven deep jus seem to upset,
For now i'll keep a scrapbook, of all the things been said,
To look back on later and see if the words are dead,
That is what i do, no matter what people think,
For none of them can see how deep they make me sink,
A scrapbook of memories, trapped in a small black book,
Nobody but one that i might let have a look,
For now it remains hidden from everyone else,
An ongoing project not left on the shelf,
Occasions remembered, feelings restored,
Things in my mind that i need to record,
So there i will leave it and add to it soon,
But never in daylight, just under the moon. |