i belived that i had finnaly gotten over you.
I told myself i was glad that you were gone.
I thought i didnt care.
But then somehow, through something or someone,
i rememberd your face.
My heart clenches then,
like lyrics to a sad song.
Why cant i just forget.
Why cant i stop lying to myself.
Im driving myself mad.
( - A.S )
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Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
