Haha Who Understands This? Let Me Know. Poem by Lindsay erika

id like to see the colors of your soul
to investigate them ever so closely
to absorb the thought process
and relocate where thoughts went wrong.

when our days spent holding hands
became something you no longer yearned
those old photographs we'd take
are now burning on our memory plate.

we'll find that spot in our amity
thats a happy medium
and push away our fears and dreams
leaving only reality for our obscure minds.

whatever comes now is merely just fate
because we've found detours to manage
our heartbreaks, our yearns and our addictions.
i think we'll be just fine, alone with our thoughts.