Young and breathless.
Young and wishing,
when deciding love was just with the check mark of a yes and no question.
I suppose I should take the opportunity to express what I have not been able to say before,
I know that in the past couple days my expressions have been present however my breathes have seem to ignore.
Ignore the fact that at a first glance you were able to take away the feeling and thoughts from my mind,
I know it was sudden, from the first meet to a hug goodbye,
Trying to put your mindset into knowing where and who I am upon the first touch
I lay here, bothered by the way that you have controlled my feelings so much.
I pour in a bottle all the memories we have created,
although they might not have been a lifetime, your voice will always remain inside, never outdated
I pile on top all the feelings and emotions that have overflowed above rim,
cutting off the lights to a minimum light, the room and my heart have slowly began to dim
I wish that you could see all my thoughts on paper, however never fulfilling these plans of Love's war,
can you recycle my memories? I never need to be reminded of these filled bottles anymore.