ElsieKumar

I have flooded basins of pages with poems, pointing to your lonely in a red only she can pull off. I cannot forgive your quiet but I know I would never have done the same, I know your words still have my aftertaste and someone who could keep me so carefully in the dim light of convenience cannot be hushed from my pulse. Trust me, I've tried. I remember you when I forget I'm happy; you forget me when you remember you are.