unfinished pieceA Poem by AMetaphoricalSoul
Previous Version This is a previous version of unfinished piece. When it comes to my memories, there is no room for imagination
It is all too vivid, like every moment is sentimental
All the times are so meaningful, nothing is up for interpretation
It is all set in stone, like life is scripted or sacramental
It all just leaves me with the days that I don't want to remember
Having me relive all the days that killed me over and again
Back to the suffering times when years didn't end in December
And when the seconds dragged on because I didn't have any friends
Life never changes enough to make a significant difference
The feelings of nostalgia killed by endless redundancy
Since the moments blend together, not one of them are a preference
I remember them all the same, they don't lack in abundancy
© 2009 AMetaphoricalSoulReviews
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