She/he does not forget the one
Whom lingers in the back of their mind
The scenery that is just a memory
Does not just fade within a short time
Little reminders are spread out
Throughout the simple items displayed
Flashbacks at random
The movie is replayed
The one who said it back
Never meant it at all
Now the game begins at once
And love will never be a battle
The definitions sprawl through the mind
Of the one who lost it all
He will never love again he says
As his tears simply grow small.
As time passes slowly
And She says it more and more
To the ones who claim to love her
Though the four letters become sore
The shattered pieces of a phrase
That caused His mind to be hell
Is just a silly phase, they say
Though his heart does not sell.
"One does not forget their first love," She says,
"Whom lingers in the back of their mind."
"Whether good or bad or mutual," He says
They won't disappear in time."
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
