I remember when your eyes mirrored waterfalls, and damns of pain bottled in years of anguish finally ran through.
I remember when you felt so little for feeling to much,
When you died and i was born.
I remember it cause it was yesterday, when your heart finally gave way to all it harbored, even boats that should not have docked, ships that sank in oceans wide.
I remember the hurt that was dug from Graves of memories that should have stayed dead, now the dead walk amongst us. Living breathing. Murders now avenged.
Love I remember it fresh and clear as the streams if tears down your cheek.
I remember
I remember so you can forget
I mourn, so you may feel peace.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
