an ode to forgotten memories
my memories, they tend to stray away at times,
they wander off on their own,
leaving me forgetful,
clueless to what they were about,
giving me headaches as I tried to remember them,
leaving me, in an utter mess, because I have depended on them.
but as they left,
they didn't once think about me,
and what their absence would do to me,
they only knew that they were important.
so that gave them permission to do whatever they want,
with no consequences, even if it meant
they were to leave me.
a.b.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
