As my heart wilted in the storm
The veins and your blood's rescued ghosts
I must get rid of something
The barrier between my joy and my sorrowI forgot one thing: I erased a memory
A picture in a frame that always leads back to me
A pain gathered by countless dreamsI must erase you
I tried to be strong.
Every time everyone lies
They say, "Erasure means wrong."
I'm not fine
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoesíaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.