The Past

Had always tried to say the right thing, you weren't listening.
I never meant to cut you up, and never tried to wound you.
"We can forget this," was heard, but a lie.
A grudge was wedged into the small corners of your heart.
The membrane formed an irritable bruise you chose to ignore.

And when we syncronize our footsteps, we always walk towards each other.
Point your feet astray and lead your self away.
As we walk in circles together, our eyes cast down.
As I leave through the door, I turn.
Light streams into the dark room,
and you dissapear.

Only to be forgotten.

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