Memories and flashbacks.
You see....them too....don't you?
Your mind erased and that subjects; on you.
Your tired of chasing after people.
You want someone to chase after you.
You grew up telling story's to others. Yet reached out for someone to tell you.
Nothing happened, so you stood your ground to.
The present became the past and the, future became the present.
Every thought chased after you. Nothing latched on,nothing stayed but you didn't want it to.
You wanted it to leave.
You wanted it to go.
You never left what you wanted to know.
Yet time can only tell you things.
You can't wait,
It's an urge.
You can't sit around,
That's absurd.
Every memory comes to you in dreams.
It hurts more then ever,
Yet no one can see.
Your heart is torn at the seams.
"Why ?"
You constantly ask me.
Remember the past and the lovely things.
Walk around telling things.
Life the story,
And you a character.
Yet the one who dies,
And no angel sings.
Go away,
Find a home.
Kicked out,
Yet so alone.
You cannot picture this in your mind.
You want someone to chase you,
Yet no one's that kind.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
