He kissed upon the sweetness of my forehead, there once laid a spark which could speak volumes over the fires on California. He filled the hole in my heart then left it for the ways of someone else. He once was the love of my life; I no longer seek him in the middle of my daydreams. He no longer fills my heart with ecstasy, he misses the endorphins I fed his ego with as I lay with my flat words.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
