Injury

I wrote your memory, to forget all the hurt. Now you're the poetry, thousands of lips love.

I wrote your memory,
to forget all the hurt.
Now you’re the poetry,
thousands of lips love.

Your memories are like an injury, deep in my muscles. They cause a pain which lingers throughout the day. But only at night when I try to forget you, it hurts the most.

And every time it does, the muscle is a little relieved. It’s still a pain, but it’s something I need to feel now, so that someday I won’t feel it at all.

And so I wrote your memory, to forget all the hurt. Now you’re the poetry, thousands of lips love.

– SeekeRohan


My Poetry book Spilled Ink of Love
My novel  Caged : The Price of Pride

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