My Misery Is Memories
My misery is memories,
of all the lies she told to me.
The laughs and winks of what could be,
that by her choice she took from me.
Every tear my eyes did shed,
the pain that pounds within my head.
The days that I did wish for dead,
the fear I felt that lied ahead.
My memories are misery,
of every I love you she said...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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