I dont know how im going to do this.
I dont even know if I am able to.
you see, your eyes, your hands, your silly little mouth.
but what i want to forget the most is something too special.
im hoping every year that goes by is another little sweep,
sweeping that memory under the rug.
a rug that didnt have anything under it.
until i met you.
that rug will be placed in the back of my mind, under some shelves
with old boxes on top.
it wont mean anything to me after the memory is completely swept under.
except that the rug is there.
I cant get rid of it.
and it will be there until I die.
Lord, take the rug away.
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