centuries passed
and your face is
just
a blur
in my
drugged
memory
centuries
and it's almost like
a
demon
engulfing my
chest
at your name
centuries
gone and
a candied pickle
sweet
and
horrendous
is
all
that
is
left
centuries
and
not a glimpse
not a word.
nothing,
just nothing just empty just
lonely
a failed attempt of erasure
screaming for revival
but it's okay it's fine it'll be alright
because it'll
only be
bad
for
a
few
more
centuries
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
