It's that shadow that moves as it pleases
lingering even on the darkest of days
That piece of hair that just won't tame down
no matter how much gel you use
Its like an itch to deep to relieve
Whose to say it's not karma
Karma for every bad thing I've done in my lifetime
but it seems no matter how much I try
It pushes me away, that rip tide I can't swim out of
My mind wanders back to it
The moon cries for me tonight
As my blood grows colder,
I seem to think about you again
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Author:
Brynlee (
Online) - Published: May 24th, 2025 23:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes you just can't get those things that pokes and prods in your head out. It sticks and doesn't unstick. It sits in the back of your head and when you see that one thing or smell that one smell it remakes it appearance. Sometimes that feeling is a good thing and you wish to never forget it but when you want it to walk out the door it seems to never want to leave.
- Category: Love
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