Maranta, Людмила Соколова Memories

Memories. You are in my arms — these are memories.
Your number on the note is a memory. Please stay in this for me.
Feelies. I get burned, but quickly forget and freeze
In hopes that this will end and the fireflies from my dreams can lead me home Your love your love your love
I got lost in it
Memories. I would burn all those fucking memories.
I would seal them in an envelope and throw them away to hell with all bad memories. Feelies. You know you can choke on your fucking feelies . And freeze somewhere far from yourself. It’s all bad memories. Your love your love your love
I got lost in it
I take off as fast as i fall down to sleep. Because sometimes it hurts me and i try to forget about it. And it helps for a while
I’m trying to grow my own wings, i’ll be free And happy to feel that i managed forget about all.
Fireflies are waiting at home. And maybe your love?.
Your love in my memories
Your love