This is a poem i wrote about something id rather not discuss, but its true, the memories that you love, are always replaced by nightmares
this is the property of me and me alone, so dont steal it fucking posers
Gone
why is it?
That a precious memory
That you cherish so close to your heart,
Will slowly fade into oblivion
That you stay awake through the night trying to remember
Remember his face,
His voice,
His touch
But all that remains,
Is an blurry image,
That is slowly dissolving
And an endless nightmare,
Of why he's gone . . .