I'm Kate. I suck at this whole Tumblr thing. Give me a break.
I don’t understand, why people come and go.
They fade like pictures, sepia toned,
with no head on their shoulders, and no heart in their chest.
marching on and taking no prisoners.
Who could hold a solid regret?
Growing’s a part of living, and so is growing apart.
holding hands and kissing isn’t glue, unfortunately.
undoubtedly.
I’m not as much important as I am implanted.
a thought occurring when you’re thinking of nothing.
As you march by, don’t forget to wave.
My face won’t go gray, and that’s something I won’t promise.
but you’ll figure it for your own.
You’ll just turn sepia toned.
and creaks and cracks and tears and seams.
you’re just a jaded memory.
I’ll miss you, then I’ll forget your name.
god knows you do the same, oh you do.
you do.
