Memories crash, they burn. But leave the ash.
Our moments of whimsical glee, how i wish they could see.
Once there was a better side of me
Gone to fast, those moments now a bittersweet reverie.
Of a time with just you and me and the time we wasted.
Now I find myself lost, its not the same living without you.
In a flash my world had collapsed.
Reminecent on on how it all use to be, now there will never again be an us.
For the pain to lessen I’ve waited, days drag and when night comes pass
Again our memories crash. Torn and feeling jaded
With a pistol in my hand, the weight of it tells me its loaded.
Stood by myself I thought I could make it.
But I Couldn’t accept the fact that without you my future was abstract
Now here I lay broken and wasted
Our memories crashed, they leave me faceless
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Tara Bryant {A. Pierce}
writing has always been my way of expressing the things i struggle to talk about. Some times the mind goes to dark places but those dark places can be turned into something extraordinarily beautiful too.
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