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~~And here i arrive at the lovers gate,
Steering thoughts to captivate
the ferrying notions of our fate,
the empty, quiet, familiar state.
Alas it's come to say goodbye
as i knock on yesterday's door,
no confidence or measure
no laughter, no more.
as we continue in our absence
we fade our memories in weary complacence,
like festering leaves among the steps,
leaning over the window ledge
coffee morning, toast and bed
we eliminate the dread of the past undead.
just so we can forget and adjust
and forever pass-by in forgotten love.
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?