Sometimes the memory of her eyes
Pops up in my mind
When it's dark, when it's calm
Her voice, coming from the abyss
And all the emotions, the hardships
She put me through
Pop up in my mind.
I still have her letters
Somewhere
Hidden in a corner
Of my room
Even the very last one, where
With a shaky hand
She wrote me to go to hell
Sometimes I wonder
If she's okay, if she's doing well
But I won't ever know
She blocked me from her life
And I had to do the same
I guess it was meant to be.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
