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Memories

Picking up my bags
Walking away
Forgetting the memories
That I thought were here to stay

I should have known
Things wouldn’t work out
This love was lazy
Like a couch

You say it hurts
I don’t care anymore
All I know
Is that my heart is sore

When you left
It was a real pain
It stabbed my heart
It’s driving me insane

Don’t you know
You should have behaved
If you had
You could have stayed

Now you’ve smashed
What we had
I miss it
Even though our love was mad

Our love went missing
It’s burning away
I hope you know
While we had it
Our love was great


You’ve picked up your bags
You’re walking away
With those memories burning in the back of your mind
The ones that were never ours in the first place



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jazzwarrior said...
Jul. 23, 2013 at 9:07 am
Very beautiful poem. I do feel the pain!
 
catwithglasses replied...
Jul. 24, 2013 at 9:11 pm
Thanks jazzwarrior! 
 
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