somewhere behind the mess

inside my head

lies a tucked away memory

of she.

how many times i've wished to bring her back

the smile that showed her imperfect teeth

her laugh so lively

eyes so passionate

her carefree thoughts that dances and twirls

never had i known such a pure and raw heart

one filled with joy and love

and pride and security.

the stars that twinkle above me

reaches in my heart with a pang of consciense

that now i know she was the old me

and the old me that constantly surfaces

keeps on whispering,

"don't you forget me."