Memories of the past haunt me all the time,
Because I remember the days when surely you were mine,
The oceans I swam the mountains I climbed,
The battles I fought to be best in your mindOnly to fall short, now I'm stressed and confined,
To the quarters of your memory invest and denying,
That what we shared was worth all the etches and lines,
Engraved upon that wall where our sections combinedIt's dead now and you flew away,
From sacred love to a newer place,
That took one not two to make,
And I'm forced now to go through with hateOr better yet where true will break,
I kept speeding though I knew to brake,
My skies went from blue to grey,
Now the thunder crashes and my movement shakesYou've shook me up with your foolish way,
You're being selfish it's true to say,
I gave you all that I knew to save,
And you only showed your truest displayThat maybe you shouldn't have been trusted anyway.
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Soulful Words From A Broken Spirit
PoetryTake a trip with me as I show you the inner thoughts I bury. This is a book of raw emotions meeting creativity to make you feel emotions on different levels. So I invite you to walk with me as I give you a tour of my soulful words from a broken spir...