StainsA Poem by jesserose99a past that left its markStained things I can't take back marks left on my soul of die long since cast Stained old memories haunting my history making me bleed Stains life lived fast and hard burned out old passion leaving it's scar Can't shout them out but I wouldn't want to my past made me who I am, and not a me new to me I guess, its how I remain true © 2015 jesserose99Featured Review
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12 Reviews Added on December 15, 2015 Last Updated on December 16, 2015 Authorjesserose99lakewood, COAboutI am a tarot reader and numerologist, who loves to write poetry. I also write songs and love to sing and play guitar. I love art too, so clearly I just have a passion for creativity. Also love my dog.. more..Writing
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