How
I can close my eyes to block what I see
But how can I block those images that interfere
How can I block that smile that was the of my day
How can I block those eyes that had become my hideaway,
from all the sad truths this world contains
How can I block that voice that once called my name
How can I block all the memories made
How can I block that face
That face, I'm trying so hard to erase
Your gone,
I feel out of place
I don't know whats remain
Of the heart that's left In pain
—Bea wavy
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
