Amnesia620

So docile were you,
on that first day I held,
in my arms you rested,
as if somehow compelled.

Thoughts back in time,
to another world's view,
none of us, it seemed,
could get enough of you.

Tiny secret windows,
once displayed your memoir,
each shown as priceless,
when pain seared your core.

Branded in sorrow,
pain fades in time,
bitter hearts still express,
value life lost in its prime.

Enlightened by memories,
and excitement in your breath,
dark silence changes quickly,
to avoid the sad face of death.

Then the time came,
to which you were sure to comply,
in sorrowful hope we cringed,
from our torment of "good-bye".

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620