And with her heart at her feet, she wanted to forget. She wanted to forget everything..
If only she could erase all these memories that were haunting her, but there she was.. Completely and utterly stuck with him, his face, and name, forever engraved on her heart and soul.
At times the pain was almost unbearable, at times she truly with all of her heart, desired not to exist. It almost felt like she had a giant hole. A sore, throbbing, bleeding, gaping wound, that only time could slowly heal.
But it was as if time had come to a dead stop...
-A.R.
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!