Small specks of interest
as shivers run by.
Memories form
but even scars lie.
They speak of the things
you wish to forget.
You can’t just wake up
and ask love to regret.
Scars don’t reply
to a child’s dream.
They simply create pictures
that aren’t what they seem.
They tell tall tales.
They have their own style.
But I guess it’s worth seeing
those childish smiles.
Shivers run by.
Memories of you.
Small specks of interest
forget me too soon.
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