I don't like returning to my old school
The sweet memories have rotted
After I've see the true colors of these people
Who I once called my friends
I can still taste the anxiety I would get, going there everyday
But the good memories-
The ones I want to remember
Just Make the rotted ones worse
A liquorish sweet taste that taunts my tongue if what could have been.
Like rotten fruit.
My old self has rotted too.
That was their fault
I swear
I wasn't like this before
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Words that I won't share with anyone
PoetryI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...
