The Pieces Of You Hang In My Head

There are things that meant to fade.
There are words meant to be said.
There are lovers that won’t stay.
But you don’t leave, you remained.

When I’m alone, thinking how to go on.
The choices flooded in my brain.
But I won’t stop loving you all over again.
The pieces of you hang in my head.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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