Sunday 29 May 2016

Your memory wears me like a stain


Your memory wears me like a stain,
Can’t erase it or even reduce its shade,
Haunting me in every step I take,
No matter how, when and where,

You left me in unbearable pain,
Can’t describe its chafe,
Not just broken,

But in a horrible terrible way …

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