We don’t forget our memories, they just fracture over time,
Once we hit our breaking point, they shatter through our mind,
Leaving splinters in our thoughts, like mirror shimmered warts,
And when we look really deep, out of conscience, in our sleep,
We watch the pieces fit together, held together by a thread,
And it shows our reflection, of a person we thought dead.
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Random Poetry
PoesíaA small collection of poems I was required to do for assignments and what not. Now also including a few other poems I wrote out of boredom. Cover artwork: Typewriter - by drivesmeinsane http://www.deviantart.com/art/Typewriter-71733985
