After The Experience Of Torment For An Extended Period Of Time.
I Found Myself Once More Traipsing Through The Cesspool Of Unwanted Souls.
Wallowing In Self Pitty.
For I, Like The Rest Have Been Thrown Aside By Love.
And Like An Imbecile I Chase It Every Time.
It Was Once Said That ” Trying To Forget Someone You Love,
Is Like Trying To Remember Someone You Never Met.”
The Stench Of My Past Lingers On, I Can’t Shake It.
If You Love Something Let It Go, But Why This.
My Head Was In The Clouds, I Was Walking On Thin Air.
How Dense Could One Be.
Now I’m Back, Subjected To The Most Desolate Of Areas.
If Love Truely Exist, Will I Ever Find It.
And How Do You Move On From A Love That Can’t Be Forgotten.
by TonyRomance