The Curse of Time

Co-Writer Emilianne

My mind is blank

As I feel a slight yank,

As the memories pull me back

Then I feel a suddenly feel a smack,

As I’m dragged headfirst

I feel somewhat cursed.

With the lingering of your touch,

It feels like it’s too much,

Adding on the touch of your lips,

Our story should be in scripts.

The way we pretend

I feel like I’m just a trend.

Here for now and soon to be forgotten

I feel as though I’m rotten,

From the pain you put onto me

The last thing I feel is free.

I’m pressured with this weight

Not understanding my minds state.

All I know is that I feel dead

Even after saying what needed to be said.

I still feel like you’re my superman

But you see me as an obsessed fan.

We were out of time in our love song

But we ended strong. 

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[Wórdsmíth]

Wow .. you did an amazing job. I love this wonderful poem, it`s so painful ... Beautiful words ;)