Laces of memories
Past and the people
Travel from brain to heart
Remember the laces
Days of peace
Sunsets shared
Hands you once held
Then
Here they come
Fallowing close behind
Pain in memories
The day it stopped beating
The day your heart dropped
Shattered
Never do you try to remember
The laces for
They lead back
Back to your blood soaked
Spikes.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
