I am your junk drawer,
that pretty satin ribbon you loved,
but then it tore,
that discarded teddy bear,
the sweater your grandma knit,
but you know you'll never wear,
that filing cabinet of memories and pictures,
you'll never look at,
until you're beyond memory's comprehension.
I am forgotten,
I'm the familiar stranger in the street.
The beggar at your feet,
you drop a penny and keep walking
i'll never make it anywhere,
you'll never see me  again,
what's the sense in talking.
rotting in the streets,
of a youth damaged and betrayed,
I'm bleeding,
stardust trails,
and crimson tears,
i sit quietly,
on a mountain of unspoken fears.
I am  forgotten.
I'll remain in the dark,
alone,
and for the better,
until some one needs me again,
needs me to smile for the camara,
a picture forever fixed in the fading memories of those who want to love me'
but can't seem to remember me.
I am forgotten.



~Amp~