Track Number 7

Track Number 7

A Poem by Erica Ross

I was inspired by the Ocean to write this s**t
It was track number 7 when the emotions hit
And I got to thinking about all the loves I had missed
From best friends to ex lovers, I went through every list.

Memories never fade
Certain verses make them replay
Digging through the deepest corners of my mind
Re-living specific days-and how I felt
Funny how the past and the present can connect
in a song, I remembered your face-the sun with peppered spots, your arms with welt marks-that represented your pain
and how I'd make it all better by the love that we made

And I remember this piece of chocolate that I loved the most
but it left me the most rotten
Never thought I'd bounce back from you
Not memories, but love can be forgotten
It was childhood so you know that hurts the most
Shared the same halls with you
Even shared the same roads
You gave me hell but you said my mouth gave you heaven
I knew all about your dirt
All the way back from 2011
I let this player get played
all because of feelings from way back in the day
and maybe that's because I missed the way-that we had it

You were my first every thing
Disregarding the ones before and the ones in between
You set the mold for it all
but you never helped me when we would fall
I hit your line the other day just to see if it would be the same
Then I seen your face today-
my mom didn't say a word
but she looked at me in a way..
in my mind, I said you're beautiful
but I couldn't say a word
I gave my mom back the phone and I missed your face
Self control, that's what it's called.
I couldn't do anything, but sit and remember it all.
Drop by drop, I let the tears flow.
Memories. I know you gotta leave, so I guess I gotta go.

© 2016 Erica Ross


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Added on October 22, 2016
Last Updated on October 22, 2016
Tags: Love, heartbreak, memories, sad, bittersweet, nostalgia, letting, go

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Erica Ross
Erica Ross

memphis, TN



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