SNIVELING SORROWS
I can still taste the past as if I had it for a meal today
The worst of nostalgia creeping in from my spine crawling onto my shoulders weakening me with unwanted weight
Scratching its claws in the back of my mind to not forget
Sitting up on a cloud overhead
Grey and the deepest blue colored it's tarp
Howling chagrin sins
I
begging for once to disremember
While the tears that I longed to hold spring showers down my cheeks
Sniveling my sorrows is none of a use
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4am
PoesíaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
