sad story

November 30, 2011
By , West Grove, PA
it's these late hours
it's these old songs
testing my mind powers
i hit the bong

your ghost, my company
my mind, it wanders
our memories haunt me
you are out yonder

who would have thought
we'd be like this
i am not sought
out by you, miss

why do i hold
onto this bit of
hope, everyone else scolds
me, forget about it

how do you forget?





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