The monster in my memories,
It calls itself my friend,
And just when the clouds above me fade,
It comes around again.
To remind me of my failures,
Of the darkness, held inside.
And it reappears throughout the years,
Just when I swear its died.
But the monster in my memories,
Remembers me, I vow,
So I'll keep the monster close to me,
And call him friend for now.
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Poems.
PoésieThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
