The Last Thing. - Poem by Lulu Muffin
and this time i meant it,
everything we speak about tonight
will be forgotten in the long run,
just like everything we once yearned about.
the last time our lips depart eachothers,
that will be the teaste
i savour for the rest of my life.
the last time our chests collide
with gripping force around eachother
that will be the touch i savour.
the last word you utter to me,
will be repeated over and over again
in my head like this vicious circle
until i get annoyed with the way it sounds.
for every long lasting memory,
moment in time, and special picture
we have captured into our imaginations
will be stored with other millions upon million memories.
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