Remember a life that was just for the two of us, but forgets every little detail that succumbs to good things.
Memories stayed in silence as the hatred hunts and gather what was left by the scum of the earth.
Pick up the collapsing excuses and exchange them for the benefit of the doubt, it will sustain by its own.
The small overbearing children watch and mimic the gadgets at hand; teaching themselves of what is leftover.
Ignorances is bliss and you know damn well they will grow without a watchful eye.
They can watch through closed doors, and listen to your empty promises.
But can they live without you?
And the answer seems too overwhelming but yes, yes they can live without you.
They don't need you, they just need the motivation to get up and watch the sun grow cold.
The only thing that I manage to forget is the good things in life, and it seems as if you did too.
Is that why I am so close to you?
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PoetryPerturbed. Anxiety awaits those who can't distinguish between actions or emotions, therefore never implying what she thought was important. Animosity. Apart from her balancing on the tight rope, resentment tipped her over and down she goes. Deep int...
