left in the past with time. The gift and the curse, memories
equipped with vivid pictures alongside words I could
quote like scriptures. When tempers rose you floated away,
where was I when you needed me? Probably somewhere
stuck in some twisted fantasy, fancy that I put you threw
hell when I was in search of heaven. Father forgive
me because I’m lost in space, my eyes closed in search
of your face. I don’t know how long I can keep this pace
war in my mind with a piece in my hand. The gift and the curse vivid
pictures bombard my mind, things I should’ve forgot with time.
By: BTT
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