living memories / 16.12.18
picture perfect postcards
and photo frames
that are cracking at
their seams.
people walking
down trash littered hallways,
filled full of memories
that aren't make believe.
there's no once upon a time
bullshit with me.
my happy stories,
past things that come
back to be seen
aren't of a complete family.
but she was constant
and I miss what she
was to me.
I can't have her back
but I love her more than
anyone.
I guess what once
was mine is now free.
but can't I join her?
I just want to be happy.
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoesíaA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
