Wretched Memory
The past uncut ties,
A dimly lighted candle in a distorted guise,
Confessions we try to melt inside lies,
Burn the brightest in our eyes.
The grave we carry around bearing its name,
Is written all over us just the same,
The things we let go of when we’re brave
Are the ones the wretched memories zestfully crave,
You don’t forget when you decide to forget,
How can you? When the candle’s light hasn’t been snuffed out yet?
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