You were cleaning my room, You went through my dresser, Found my journal, Read the first page and stopped Because it was too depressing, Invasion of my privacy.
Somewhere deep within The chambers of forgotten love She still lingers Periodically subconsciously She breaks free She visits me in peaceful slumber Unannounced and antiquated To any short term Thought or event of my daily resolve She is a reminder of bad choices Of a naive hungry heart... Although no longer do I bleed My mind opens wider realizing She shall always be a part Of who I am