I perfectly forget the memories of you… but you still lurk my mind. There’s feelings, not joy, sorrow, or happiness, nor even pain. So why do you still come back to taunt me in your mysterious way? I look down to my arms and then forget your pain. Raised in to a butterfly but where have u flown away? What lanes do you soar what meadows do you go? There is a cherry bleeding with your excuse. Pondering your imagination seeking a truce. I’m the dark there is your light feelings you haunt , gives the dreams at night. Hanging you up like a portrait upon the black wall. Leaving you there for recognition to no one but all.
