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Beautiful, isn’t it
The way memories trickle downFrom the back of ur headTo ur earsur tongueTo ur throat&leave bitternessAfter the sweetBeautifulThe triggers hidden in songsImagesScentsThe rush, the pull, to another timeThe slideshow of incomplete truthsBeautifulThe way smiles creep up on your faceThen twist hearts as they evaporate into frownsAnd shocked expressions ofWhat ifsBeautifulThe creative waysThey find to surfaceIn meetingsGatheringsOn top of a great rock in the seaBeside a lake you once circledIsnt it, painfully beautifulHow memoriesLatch themselves on your backWhispering sweet nothings in your earUntil you hear nothing elseAnd crumbleKnowingThey were onlyMemories?
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.