The Memories Are Carved Poem by Priscilla Kittie Kay
The Memories Are Carved
The memories are killing me,
Ripping and tearing my soul,
Laughing as I try and cry the pain away,
No matter how hard I try,
This hurt refuses to leave,
It's carved into my heart,
Like a freshly formed scar
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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