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600 · Jun 2015
memories
Rylie Simmons Jun 2015
love is all i had
but now its gone
its never coming back

all the laughter from the past
is haunting me
following me
breaking my heart as i replay it in my head
over and over again.

the memories floating past
engulf and bury me
they remind me
of what i will never have again.
404 · Jun 2015
the dark
Rylie Simmons Jun 2015
The dark is a scary thing
it brings out the worst in people
like the memories of the past
the secrets of the future
the doubts and horrors of the present.

the dark is where fear grows
where you can hear everything around you.
where a drop of water
can send chills to your bones.

the dark is where your imagination flows
where the pale white of ghosts walk
where the demons scare your soul
so much that you can't stop the trembling in your hands.

the dark is where bad things happen
where kidnappers sneak in
where robberies happen
where guns are shot anonymously.

the dark gives me insomnia.
with it enveloping and
suffocating me
blinding me until the light seeps in through the windows.

we have a moon for a reason
to light up the darkness
to protect the outside world.

but where did it go
underneath all the clouds
and rain
and snow

i don't think so.

— The End —