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Zoromir Jan 2014
He will forget the colour of my eyes
the tint of my lips
He will forget

He will forget the lines on my hands
the goose bumps on my skin
He will forget

He has, like I knew he would.
For he has forgotten.
Like he said he never could.

And hopefully soon,
I will too,
forget the colour of your eyes.
and what you said at 2.am.
But more importantly,
Rid the sickness of your lies.
Really not sure about this, doesn't sound quite right but I am posting it anyway..
Zoromir Dec 2013
My Mother always told me,
no monster lived beneath my bed
But she failed to warn me,
It laid on top of it instead.
Zoromir Dec 2013
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Underdevelopment
Zoromir Dec 2013
I need to forget him
Like he forgot me.
Zoromir Dec 2013
Why do we look back  
on the things we once had
Why do we look back
on the things that once made us glad
Why do we look back,
because all it does for me
is drive me mad!
Zoromir Dec 2013
poem under development in drafts
Zoromir Dec 2013
POEM UNDERDEVELOPMENT
THOUGHTS AT 1.16 AM
The ones in which are hard to love
Need it most

The ones who love
Are hated

And those who hate
Are adored

And those who love
Are ignored
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