you are like a hunter. you shot me with your spiring gun, and in that moment i collapsed to the ground. you shot me with good intentions, but all you caused was a deep, hollow pain.
you mentioned a memory, my head tried to repress. you laughed, and asked if i had remembered.
i nodded, but all i really wanted to say was, 'how could i forget'.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
