My memories of you haunt me,
the man in the corner peering over,
I wish he could take his leave.
The clock may as well stop ticking,
you won't go away no matter how loud I scream,
my tears won't persuade you to walk away.
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Author:
Laguna (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2024 11:55
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A poem of an undesired guest. Whether a creeper or an admirer or even a lover, when undesired, they seem to sit in the corner nicely written.
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