Let me fade to a memory,
As that's what you’ll be to me:
A vague, distant thought that
Seems to emerge from the murky bog,
Creeping into my dreams
To obnoxiously haunt me.
If you did the same to me,
I will swallow that hard pill
And learn how to cope,
Just as well as life.
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Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
