They slowly open the door
Find the knife on the floor
And the body hanging
They didn't want them to die
And they cried
But there was something left.
A memory lost in time
It is quite tall
it is wall
It can't be broken until the grief is gone
But that may never happen.
A memory lost in time
The human was divine
It was pure happiness
But it shall never be retrieved.
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No one focuses on the good times.
YOU ARE READING
Poems that I wrote
PoetryJust random weirdo sad poems I decided to write to vent I guess
