I had forgotten why I stopped seeing you.
The memories in my keep dormant lie...
I thought we could have a good time.
Forgotten, insidious and sly...
I realize again why you are not my friend.
How your words can sway me against my own will...
I remember with a promise again.
Until memories recount in a bitter pill...

02/28/2010

Posted on 02/28/2010
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