Band-aid

I’m scared of forgetting
Too scared of remembering
All of you and me
All that we could be
If I close my eyes
Will you appear in front of me
Or will you slowly fade away
Out of sight
Out of mind
Even dreams
Won’t take me to you
So I guess time heals all wounds
You were a cancer
I had to get rid of
But I still need a band-aid
In the form of you

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Mary Had A Little Lamb (Revisited)

Mary had a little lamb
Or at least
That’s the word on the street
It would’ve been sweet
If it hadn’t been for you
Kids her age would laugh at her
They would make fun of her
Because she wasn’t like them
But no one really knew her
No one really cared
No one had a chance either
How could they
She suddenly disappeared
Now kids laugh no more
Word on the street
Mary had a little lamb
Buried together
Six feet under the playground sand

People Say

People say
Home is
Where the heart is
But my heart
It is broken
My home
It is no more
The windows
Are shattered
The door
You left it
Arms wide open
While my eyes
Were shut
Like my mouth
Cause some words
Are better left
Unspoken
Yet I left
Never told him
Never saw him
Never needed to
Out of sight
Out of mind
That’s exactly what
People say