Oh, how pain will give rise to either the most beautiful things I can think of, or the worst. I was very angry with an ex for a long time, and wrote this. I don't like the poem. I like the concept, but not the execution.
Remembering My Lover
(written August 5, 2006)
There is a stench
Coming from my soul
As I dream
In 3D
Watching with colored glasses
My life on the screen
Like home videos
Dug from a grave.
I release
Seeing you dance.
You fade
As credits role
With no one to give credit to.
Which character will I play today?
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