Vaida Zalyte


Monday 3pm


I forgot how much I loved you.I forgot how much I cared.In so many faces, so many years I lost the reason.
There will be another, maybe not so, there will be so many, maybe not so. I forgot the reason why I dreamed.
Carried in between the memories of summers and warm smell of underneath your skin, I have hoped.
Sunsets in between, I hope no more.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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