I've still got some memories of you
Under my fingernails,
Day by day I dig them out.
I paint over them in black so I can't see
The bits of flesh and blood
You left behind.
But I still taste you
When I'm nervous.
And I'm so nervous.
(something i had found on this FtM site)
2 comments:
"I've still got some memories of you
Under my fingernails,
Day by day I dig them out."... what a wonderful expression... so inconsequential but so much like life... like the dirt gets acumulated every few days, we accumulate our worries and painful memories... like we dig the dirt out, we throw the memories out of our minds and decide to move ahead in life... but soon unknowingly we find ourselves dronwed in them again... guess thats the circle of life... only if we could rise above it...
I have been reading you for half a day now.
And by far the easiest thing you reminded me of was
'women I owe you so much'
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