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By AJ Date: 2004 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.09.03.58.13888]] |
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The feeling never dies An emptiness left inside, As though something is missing Or something you left behind. You try to not think about it, But those memories cascade; Washed away in the current You hope the past will fade. The pain always comes back And never leaves the mind, Like it has been etched In your brain for all time. Like a tattoo or a birthmark, Like defects or scars, The memory is permanent Just as the moon and stars You cannot see the moon Every hour of every day, Yet it never leaves you Only temporarily fading away. As a shirt is never clean Of a dirty bloodstain; There is no medicine For this acute pain. Instead you lay in bed And hope to forget All the good times While sulking in regret. You became a lover And a faithful friend, You pay for your mistake Now and till your end. |