Time after time, the past has sufficient me under all it negative....
Bending my will, to moments I can't seem to forget....
A darkness, inside that lay dormant, waiting to drag me down into it depends....
Memories of the past, I wish to forget....
Ash of pain, that want to ignite into beautiful flames....
Time after time, the past has tried to lure me into it depends....
My will, shut them down cause, it knows no memories from the past are worth my soul....
By: Victoria Santizo
This is dedicated.... To ash of pain, memories are tricky thing's. Sometimes you can remember something beautiful thing, and it will bring you joy and peace. And other time the memories are no good to remember, cause all it does is drag you down into a deep, darkness that will kill you, the second you give it a chance's.
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Shade's Of Life
PoetryBegan 12/19/18 - End ?/?/? Rank #2 Original Poem Feb 27, Wed 2019 Rank #2 Original Cover March 18, Mon 2019 Rank #22 NoJudging March 27, Wed 2019 Rank #15 NoJudging March 28, Thursday 2019 Rank #1NoJudging April 25, Thursday 2019 Rank #1 Original Co...
