It hurts,
The curse,
The rhyming verses,
All the moments gone,
It closes,
Up the wound,
This hollow crater,
'Neath scar tissue,
Savor,
What could happen,
What could fix,
Strive to climb above the bliss,
And cherish every moment,
Hold it,
Keep it near,
Because the past will always sear,
Upon the memory,
The fear,
That awful feeling,
Pray,
It hurts,
I know its childish,
But I had hoped it'd go away,
Not bay,
Mourn from the back,
The mind from shine,
To saddened black,
It lacks sophistication,
Soon,
The pain will stop,
Won't it?
That's what you promised me,
Dear Raven.
IT HAS NOT.
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Beth Biven
A little bit lazy, crazy, thrown over the bpard for daisies. I am who I am. Who are you?
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