Her name is faint in my memory,
But I remember because of its history.
Images of our time together flood my memory like a thunderstorm.
I remember her name.
I remember her grace.
I remember her looks.
I got attached.
I remember the way she embraced me and made me forget of all my troubles.
I remember the sweet taste of her words.
She was always here for me, even when I turned my back to her, she stuck around.
She never abandoned me, I just shut her out.
Unfortunately I have to keep her away.
I remember her name. "Liquor", I say.Love from Mars.
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Love from Mars Vol.1
Poetrypoetry for the lonely, the deppressed, the anxious, the angry, for the broken hearted.