Mr. LetsGoBackInTime

A Poem by gravitylava

of memories I think often,
they come back when it's dark
and the night has me surrounded
but why should I blame them?
I can close my eyes
and dream of spaceships
and traveling to a planet called "Universe"
there was a teacup on the dashboard,
which broke of course
but thinking back now
it was broken before we took off
what's this memory compared to the others?
thoughts will only kill you
if you forget to write them down