I don't want this to be our last I don't want just the memories I don't want this in the past I don't want to watch documentaries I don't need the shiny future Or the good old past I'm not excited for what's coming Or stuck in my old boat with the half-cast mast I'm happy where I am The present has it's name for a reason I'm at peace here, this is my jam So don't turn the season These moments are precious Like shards of pretty stained glass I wish I could freeze this moment In a frame of chrome brass I don't want what's coming Or what could have been These days I cherish Diamonds, imperfectly perfect I couldn't leave them even if I've tried Their grip is iron Iron so hard I've cried But these days are precious I couldn't let them Couldn't let them fall aside Like a photo in black and white Printed and faded to a tarnished gold The never ending years out of sight Glued to torn pages of a memory book Memories that were forgotten I don't want to forget I couldn't forgive myself These moments are precious and I- Oh look to the sky, the sky And watch as it cries Oh look to the eye, the eye And watch as it asks oh why, why Why must I forget Look to the high, high, and high And watch as it cries Just to know Oh oh I don't want this to be our last I don't want just the memories I don't want this in the past Don't let it fade Don't let it crumble Dust, sparks, the world in rubble I want your hands on mine Your belly laughter in me Your smile around my heart This world is my world and my only word I could dream I want you with me by and by I want you with me through and through I want your words around me I want every second of every moment In my veins Too I want every feeling Every look Every inspiration Every word Unspoken and yelled Muttered and cried Laughed and beared Every air of the air that we shared I don't want this to be our last I don't want just the memories I don't want this in the past Don't let me forget Don't let everything I said I'd never become my forever Don't let me undo everything I do Don't let me Don't let me- Forget Tooooooo...
Yes, I realized as I posted this that my third to last poem was called "forget" and should be the polar opposite of this poem but they're actually kind of similar probably because I momentarily forgot that other one existed but we don't talk about that... Anyway, hope you enjoy! More weirdly philosophical metaphors :D Also, when I wrote this I had a tune in my head specifically for this as if it was a song so that's why the grammar and spelling is a little weird - I was actually considering using an AI music generator to try to put a tune to it but we'll see. If I end up doing that it'll probably destroy the melody I had in my head so u know lol Thumbnail from Google.
