Memories are the strangest of things. They transport you to the past and collect the rent due them for nostalgia, in the form of euphoria.
Harley turned to the joker and said her peace. Puddin! You used to take me out to fancy Restaurants and night clubs, Now you’re only content to take me To mob meetings and chop shops.
You used to kiss me as hot as a cheating wife, Now you're content to blow me a kiss From your upstairs window, far removed From your sincerity of an honest lip lock.
There was a time when you lied daily about How much you loved me, Now you're content to pierce my heart With the truth of the unloved.
And Puddin! There was a time Not even the strongest glue could Keep us apart, Now you're always pressed for time to do Everything without me.
The Joker stepped out the car. Babe! I have a meeting upstairs in the chop shop, You wait in the car, and I’ll take you back home when I’m done. Be content with that.
GF Poetic Wisdom | Memories aren’t just content to wait for your invitation, they walk right up to your doorbell and ring it until you let them in. ~ Gabriel Foster
