A somber bar stood in the street
Frail and shaking, empty
It was devoid of customers,
While people roamed lonely
He walked past it suddenly,
Swearing at the loud radio that played
He saw the empty bar and his eyes froze,
He couldn't keep the memories at bay
A million of them surged from
The very back of his brain,
He did not know how
But he knew she was to blame
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❁𝗥ê𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲❁
PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
