A Fog Covered Memory

My memory is kinda foggy but i can still recall things. Somethings I block out on purpose but somethings i leave in. Somethings are for the public to find out and some are just for me. My mind encased in fog and my heart encased in gold. I ask you please to hold me tight and never let me go. Never leave my warm heart cold or my blank mind at a bore. if you leave me to be my own ill be sleeping in the morgue. Dreaming dreams of frozen metal in a foggy state of mind.

Author's Note

again spelling disregard