Broken Memories
I hate being hurt, why
don't you repent?
When everything is going wrong
I need a picker- uper, like a drug.
Another hang up, is a trial as
ongoing as a freight train.
These broken memories are on my
mind, to seek and you will find.
Sometimes, living is not easy,
is well worth it.
Copyright © Angela Yousef | Year Posted 2012
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