the woods are where we left it
i don't know why we did
a new life, starting over
we left it all behind
it's rusted and it's faded
the memories all trapped inside
the woods, they grew around it
tangled up like vines
sometimes i want to go back
i know it'll still be there, solid
but then again, all it was is gone
only the faded bones remain
everything we needed
we took with us, apart
as we went our separate ways
we went our separate ways.
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Writing Journal 2021
Short StoryThis ain't fanfiction or a story or nothing. I just want somewhere convenient to store some writing prompts I wanted to do since I miss writing.
