Endless falls pour from my eyes
as I remember you,
and all of the things
I love.
Enchanted.
And my heart burns with the pain
that you inflicted,
and beats roughly with
all of your things that
I hate.
Enchanted.
My brain burns dull with
the ever playing memories
of you and me, that
I miss.
Enchanted.
You're the tear slipping,
the heart aching,
the brain crippling,
and everything bad
about me, but
I am
Enchanted.
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Lessons Learned
PoetryThese poems are not organized in a linear fashion. Some of the last poems happened first, some of the first poems happened last, and some of the contradicting poems happened all at once. However, I figured this organization of it might be a bit easi...
