Always Yesterday, Always Tomorow
9:57 AM Posted In Love , Past , poem Edit This 0 Comments »I don't have nightmares where you haunt me,
but I do have dreams where your friends
stop in and say "hello,
how are you, how's it going."
Makes me wake up and wonder how they're doing.
Your face comes in, goes out -- but it cannot stay.
We forget the ones that hurt us most.
We block out all good they did
And all the kind words they used to say.
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