She played forget me nots
with the pills under her pillow case
and the blades between books
in her book case
she became a memory
nothing more than just a name
another faceless youth in the crowd
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
