A wound is tender,
in our hearts, yonder.
Wishing I have magic,
to erase you-- you're nostalgic.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
A wound is tender,
in our hearts, yonder.
Wishing I have magic,
to erase you-- you're nostalgic.
This poem is about forgetting what was done in the past. However, we can't easily forget things, it takes time.
