The Pillow of Navy Blue

The only thing i can hold on to
this small little thing that reminds me of you.
so many memories with just one little thing.
i wish they would have lasted, too bad, you'll forget me soon
i can't bare to think of not having met you.
how tragic that would be, a part of my life I'd have missed out on
does your's remind you of me?
how i wish whenever you saw it you'd react the same as me.
is that asking too much?
if i ever get over you, what will this thing mean to me?
only memories of a confused teenage girl
what good are those?
all i have is an object to remind me of you
but how can that be smart when i am trying to get over you/
just a material object, how much can that affect me?
i suppose I'll find out in these next few weeks
i wish i could talk to you or even see you secretly..one last time.