Past HauntsA Poem by ErisedK
Reminiscent being abused,
The memory of being used. Sense of colour faded away, Happiness is warm but grey. Fear of touching the beloved, Hands feel filthy full with dirt. The agony to say 'I love you', After received only for a few. © 2018 ErisedK |
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Added on March 27, 2018 Last Updated on March 27, 2018 Author |