I wish you would slide away,
and the memory of you.
Out of my mind.
Far away.
I don't want to push the thought of you further inside,
To forget about you for a while.
I want it out.
You are a constant thought of mine,
A link to the past I so long to let go.
I can't want you anymore.
So won't you slide away?
Back to where you came from, away from me?
Slide away.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
