You have forgotten me;
Your remembrance of me is fleeting.
You have had your cup filled to the rim with girls of that I am certain.
So many that the memory of me has disintegrated like burning embers,
But I do not care for you now like I once did.
You are a mere phantom that drifts in and out of my mind.
For me to be as I once was requires more than than thrills.
My soul longs to be as it should be.
And for it to be as it should be,
I must go into the unknown and find where the beckoning sounds are luring my soul.
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Threads of Words
PoetryThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
