Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The things he Remembered - they stained his memory - things that could not be   Undone, unsaid; the monster he saw her turn into. She had hoped that it would not be so.  But it was Too late.  Nothing can change how he sees her now.                                                                  Nothing can change what she's become.
0
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC
trust
The things he Remembered - they stained his memory - things that could not be   Undone, unsaid; the monster he saw her turn into. She had hoped that it would not be so.  But it was Too late.  Nothing can change how he sees her now.                                                                  Nothing can change what she's become.
mob
Written by
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem