The things that I remember are
Far better than the truth;
I find these nonexistent clues
Like some great pseudo-sleuth
I make a past that never was
From castles in my mind;
While yet the boy I really was
Gets farther left
Behind
The things that I remember are
Far better than the truth;
I find these nonexistent clues
Like some great pseudo-sleuth
I make a past that never was
From castles in my mind;
While yet the boy I really was
Gets farther left
Behind
Hi just wanted to say I really really really enjoyed your last few poems! 🙂