You got me all snowed in
and isolated in a foreign land
which used to be my own,
although I never called it that way,
some others did and told me so.
But now, long after it was poured
in concrete shapes,
of memory, thought and form,
you got everything covered up.

White layers make all edges disappear.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.