I remember.
I remember it all.
The burning kisses,
the lack of sleep,
the touch of your hand as I try to leave.
It's all too fresh in my mind.
I wish I could burn it all out,
let it escape like the storm we were,
But I still remember,
even if you don't remember me.
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META
PoésieWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
