Sometimes I wish
Hearts had erasers,
To wipe away
This pain within.
But now I don't,
Because without this pain,
Without these memories,
I just wouldn't be me.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
23. Erasers
Sometimes I wish
Hearts had erasers,
To wipe away
This pain within.
But now I don't,
Because without this pain,
Without these memories,
I just wouldn't be me.
