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
memory,
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.
A memory.
Yes,
I was an imbecile.
Memory,
what a memory
A memoir it had be.
Murderer or mister of my heart,
I know I'd rather meet the blow,
Of my most unrelenting foe,
Murmuring in mine ear a song,
Once loved, alas! forgotten long,
And on my brow I feel a kiss,
That I would rather die than miss..
and there it is,
lay on the ground,
a picture of memory..
