Memory Lane
The asphalt contorts, twists, and conforms to the wear,
Discoloured gray stretching onward, indefinitely
(I long for the end,
But I know it does not exist).
I cannot turn back, and I cannot look away,
I fumble through my mistakes; its like walking on glass
(It hurts
And I have to keep going).
The sleet cuts through my translucent skin
Etching all of my hurt down into my brittle bones
(You cannot see my scars,
But I can still feel them).
My knees crash into the cold gray asphalt,
Leaving dark smears and cracked fears
(Just let me go,
Let me fall into emptiness).













Comments
me of my life...
Why'd you write this
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Im not weird, Im just a dreamer
I can see beauty in everything, can you?
i guess you could say i was inspired to create something beautiful for her
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alyssa-anne
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Im not weird, Im just a dreamer
I can see beauty in everything, can you?
oh crap now i wanna write a poem with that line...i guess i am writing 2 tonight
i hope i can too
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alyssa-anne
I hope you do too
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Im not weird, Im just a dreamer
I can see beauty in everything, can you?
maybe its a good thing we cant erase our scars
it reminds us of what we've survived
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alyssa-anne
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Im not weird, Im just a dreamer
I can see beauty in everything, can you?
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alyssa-anne
My scars still hurt. My mom...shes a bitch, I try to do something right, and Im blamed for every thing. People hate me, they think Im weird, I hate that word.
I wish thes scars would leave me, but I don't think they ever will
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Im not weird, Im just a dreamer
I can see beauty in everything, can you?
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