There are things that you've done
That I cannot forgive
There's still things that I've witnessed
That I cannot believe
The ghost of a childhood
A lingering pain-
The sound of the crackling thunder
During heavy rain.
I want to forget
But I really cannot
Memories kill me
And though I have fought
I can never be free
From the demons you've brought.
Days spent screaming
Into the middle of my pillow
The nights spent thinking,
"Why do I feel this sorrow?"
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
