by Victor   Jul 19, 2018

Memories I want to forget keep surfacing
Were they real, or just figments of a bad dream?
Why are they all coming so suddenly?
So many at once, but still so subtly
They're clear as glass, leaving my mind with cuts
She chose herself, over us
I'll never let her do this again
For now it's time for sweet revenge


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  • 1 year ago

    by Victor

    Side note: This has nothing to do with my previous poem, just saying.

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