Memories spike and cause pain
It’s something from which there is no gain.
Yet in the mind it’s a cruel game
That always ends the same.
Try to help, try to be kind
The world makes sure your forced to change your mind.
Makes it to where promises cannot be kept
And within the soul one has wept.
Broken Words
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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