I wish I could forget
all the pain that I felt,
all the memories he gave
and all the nightmares he left.
I wish I'd stop brooding
and free my very being.
But I couldn't help but linger
at him, who used to be my lover.
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Ethereal Beings
PoetryA book of poems filled with everything I want to say. This contains my thoughts and feelings. "We are two ethereal beings- too perfect for this world. Love is an ethereal being- too perfect to exist." Highest rank #124 [August 2, 2017]
