I wish your memories
were like the clementine in my hair,
It would fade, fade, fade.
Until that one day, when it would be gone.
And sad as I would be,
Life would be back to normal,
boring even.
But pure. Without an eye sore.
I had wanted you like I needed air,
And once you got into me,
I couldn't breathe.
You had to go.
It took time,
But I excepted my fate.
I had to say goodbye,
to my clementine.
