The thought of him,abruptly aggravating my head.
Explicit memories rushing through my mind.
I saw a picture, it was all painted in dark scarlet,
there was a deep black hole
in the middle of the painted wounded woman's body.
it was me, in agony.
I saw him, savoring my bleeding heart.
It reminds me..of a
Within seconds he came and utter the words "would you be mine?",
Within seconds he go away and never bother to say goodbye,
Everything changes within seconds.
Astoundingly, I felt nothing. I felt nothing for it.
I beseeched him to stay,but in abhorrence he gazed away.
I had been told to sacrifice things for a precious deal.
I was an imbecile.
what a memory
A memoir it had be.