Sometimes I wish I could erase you from my life.
Purge you out of my system but no amount of puking does the trick,
I still smell you everywhere.
It's like you are nestled in my bones,flowing through my veins.
You left but your memories are still at home,
in me
Messing with my head.
Boy! Do they know how to haunt?
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
