Aaron John Poems

I burnt the pictures,
I turned the flames into ashes,
Just like a drunkard I desire to be,
Never choose to call back my memories anymore,
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The reality of our existence,
A holy water that people scorns,
Its a seed we need to saw in our heart,
Religion made truth vague to the eyes
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We meet when we are young those memories,
Hounds me like a sin,
I wish I could open up to you
that I need you like a rare tressure
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Am inconstant, am unfaithful,
I have lied, I have made you cry "
"I didn't mean to hurt baby"
Embrace me like a mother,
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My heart loops, aching, shattering,
Am like a lone wolf looking for a domicile,
His memories is a poison that grimed my
Dandy mind, living me ramshackled,
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The sun has set in into west
Its night, kings has fallen asleep,
Servant are on guard drowning
In insomnia,
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