All these girls have their
memories
kept in
cars,books,walls,shelves
their laughs placed out for
all to see
these girls they are not
me
my memories aren't
sweet
i don't place them on a
shelve, wall, car, or book
they come with me every
where for all to see
but no one understand or
knows the stories
these cuts are to show
every painful moment I've faced
they tell their own stories
with one little trace
they spill the poof on to
the paper
and they scream for
air
as the skin peals back and
all is free
my memories escape
me
and leave only a trace of
what use to be
and as they slip me in the
ground
these memories will fallow
me
All these girls have their memories kept in cars,books,walls,shelves
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May 29, 2011 11:06pm
