I remember her eyes
Shining bright as tears fell slowly
Down her peach face
She engrains herself steadily into my memory
Reminding me of the person I hurt
The damage I caused
And how she suffered due to my decisions
Yet she stands before me now
The hero of the universe
Embracing my presence
My brain reflects internally
Still, I can't quite calculate how
Why does she forgive me?
How can she love me this way?
But then she hugs me, laughing
And I snap back to reality
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Dead To Me (Poetry)
PoetryTW: This writing may contain some mature topics. Read at your own risk Love is amongst the worst and best things that can happen to a person. It just depends on the person. Love has taken down civilizations, as well as brought them together. Love ha...
