This isnt really a poem. just personal experience again. ever feel like your past keeps coming up and biting you in the butt,no matter how hard you try to move on???
I’m just a stain in your heart. A bug in your windshield of life.
Wash me;I’ll fade.
Brush me off;I’ll leave.
Forget me and my eyes.
Those eyes that you loved so very much.
They knew you very well..
Now all they can do is flow like a broken faucet.
Toyed with by a less than par plumber.
You horrible plumber.
Can’t even finish the job you started.
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