Grew Tired Of Your Memory


Satiated by her absence now that I’m past it.
Making faces with my cheeks pointing upwards toward sunlight beaming across our beautiful planet.
Not much to say as I indulge on the magic of love,
Forcing undesired thoughts to vanish in the snap of a,
Finger creating music with each stroke of my pen.
Every swipe erasing that feeling of anger I’ve held in my chest.
Time to let it all go,
Before I implode!
And have no other choice but to write a eulogy for the death,
Of my dreams…
A feat God will never let be…

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