Every now and then;
You bleed into my mind
I feel disconnected
I'm left with these memories-
Which were real? Which were lies?
It feels no time has past;
Standing still
Never did I think I'd be here-
Loved you once, hate you now
I hope you burned the bridge;
That you have to cross tomorrow
When you find your way,
I won't be here waiting.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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