Stalked by memories of yore.
Unwanted souvenirs of war.
Her careless yesteryears disowned,
Tomorrows search to be atoned,
Though hidden hearts confuse the mind.
To a pretender, joy cannot find.
A mask of smiles and plain attires,
Conflict internally with her desires.
As time travels we all will be forgotten,
Her true love will cease to be begotten.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoésieWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
