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No proof, just memories.
#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
I wondered if I had made it up, if my mind was playing tricks.
Maybe it wasn't so bad, what about all the times you were kind.
The times we laughed, and shared secrets, and stories.
There was some good times.
Maybe I over exaggerated in my mind. Maybe you didnt really say those things to me, maybe you really didn't mean them.
I don't have marks on my skin to remind me of the truth....
I dont have pictures to prove myself that it was real....
No, long after you're gone, in the end it's just me and my thoughts. A painful trap.
© wittycorner
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
I wondered if I had made it up, if my mind was playing tricks.
Maybe it wasn't so bad, what about all the times you were kind.
The times we laughed, and shared secrets, and stories.
There was some good times.
Maybe I over exaggerated in my mind. Maybe you didnt really say those things to me, maybe you really didn't mean them.
I don't have marks on my skin to remind me of the truth....
I dont have pictures to prove myself that it was real....
No, long after you're gone, in the end it's just me and my thoughts. A painful trap.
© wittycorner
