One day the memory of you will fade
I'll take my forgiveness to the grave
Your anger has turned into rage
And I dont think you care for my name
After all that I did
I'm not surprised you cant forgive
I was under the influence
And I wasnt thinking
I disappeared in a fit of anger and fear
I didnt remember who I was
I was under a spell
And I lost you to the words
An incarnation that made you disappear
I wish you'd come back and be here
But I know what I did was wrong
And you'll be gone every single dawn
Even though you were
Someone I wanted to haunt
You have become a ghost to me
And are evading every direction
That could lead you back to me
You'll still have the tattoos
You'll still have music and blues
You'll still have the makings of the best inside of you
But you wont have me
All the tattoos in the world
Could never be as ugly
As the way I was
The last time you spoke to me
That will forever be marred
Into pieces of your memory
And your brain waves and cavities
I hope you know
That I was once a pot of gold
One that started off broken
But was remoulded
Into something beautiful
But so much less than perfection
I hope you know
That I was once a pot of gold
Before I was met with you
When I didnt know
Something in my head
Was demented and twisted
You brought it out of me
But it was already in me
Like the blood I bleed
Like the bones I need
Like the eyes I use to see
I would have kept away and still
If I knew what I'd do
To push you to become
The worst that was in you
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoesíaA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
