Will you remember me dancing to the city?
Will you remember me crying at your door?
Will you remember me after it all ended?
Will you remember me as we were before?
Cause I’m so tired of your silence
Your presence in a windowsill
Looking down on me and wondering
If we ever had the will
Cause we never knew the way
And we never had the means
We had broken asymmetrical hearts
Plenty of pennies
Plenty of dreams
We always spent too long out in the sun
And we always got burned
We never knew what we should’ve done,
We were too curious to learn
From our mistakes
Oh darling, my mistake
We would keep our eyes wide open
And we always felt too much
We said we’d rather be bleeding hearts
Than ones that were never touched
It was the openness that hurt us
Laying our hearts out on the floor
We always kept away from windows
So we never found many doors
And now I must say
It’s all okay
We might’ve had the will
If we’d ever found a way
*I was looking through an old notebook and found this. It’s diffidently not my best poem, but I thought I’d post it anyway. Tell me what you think:)*