Every time I blink,
you slowly disappear.
Sooner or later,
you'll no longer be here.
Your memory lingers,
blood stains on the wall.
Sometimes I wonder
if you were really ever here at all.
A little while later,
I slowly walk away.
I have scissors in my hand
to take the memories away.
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poems I've written/ that I really like. Enjoy!! :D (Edit: I will cite the source/author if I, myself didn't write it) Copyright 2014 by @loltrollinglol