l i q u i d m e m o r i e s
sometimes late at night
our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheek.
they leave a salty trail
of bitter reality.
some memories are burnt into your brain forever.
sometimes i crack and allow them to escape strolling down my face.
but just as quickly as they came out, they're locked away until next time i feel weak.
6:23 pm
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Lacuna
PoetryLacuna - an emptiness; looking for something more ---------------------- this is just going to be a bunch of poems that i write :)
