Slowly like the being I wish to be
I drift away from reality
I drift away from the people I love
I drift away from my happiness
I drift into the dark tides
Of an unfamiliar place
And in the waves
I see the faces of all those I've forgotten
Whether I left them
Whether I tried to fore them from my thoughts
There they were
Her face staring into my soul
She's jealous I can feel it
But too little too late
I've moved on not giving her a second thought
I'm actually glad I'me ridden of her
She was a pain
I see the face of one that used to be a blessing to look at
Now it's an empty pit
He stares at me with regret and desperation in his eyes
I give a cold look back, not giving 2 shits
I flashback to the years we spent on each other
Realizing that they meant nothing
I see the faces of many
My soul forever drifting in the tides
Of those who are forgotten
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
