Walking down an empty road in my mind
Scissors stained with bits of bloody thread
A few hearts around my neck
Ragdoll faces cloud my memories
A few threads tug at my wrist trying to pull me back
I snip them carefully with no regret
Adding to the weights I carry on my back
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The Forget Me Nots
PoetryThis is a simple book of poetry no more, no less. Thank y'all so much for getting up to #4 in through my eyes, this is my highest ranking and I'm honored. :)
