Gone
too soon,
memories is all
I'm left with.
They seem to
squeeze the pain
out of the sweet
me.
-
As I reminisce
of what was
from what is-:
I miss what used
to be.
-
And yet
I've let
temptations feed off me-
There's no way
to drag
myself out
of this
misery.
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You gone-:
but
please write back.
©emjaydekid
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