Sitting here eating quiona,
A blessing that you introduced to me.
A memory in time.
Never can forget the misery.
You left without a trace,
Just pictures in blue frames.
I keep them hidden in a packback in my closet,
Along with your jar of hearts.
Watching dark movies,
Waiting on dark shadows.
I fill the void with drunken drives,
And the things that kill a man in life.
The things that tempt me to forget,
They remind me everytime.
Of a love i can't forget,
Is one you've forsaken in this life.
Hope is a four letter word,
But it seems that i will never rid it from my mind.
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