Stay Away My Old Memory Poem by Crystal Fuller
Stay Away My Old Memory
You say we tried
Now we must say goodbye.
Tell me, what’s you definition of trying?
Goodbye, goodbye my dear friend
My feelings for you will never end...
Your final words are knives;
The knives you stick in my back.
Now my only antidote is crack,
As I slowly die inside,
I lay beside
The corpse of what use to be.
Now that you are free,
Stay away from me.
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