It’s there again
Haunting me
Taunting me
That image in the corner of my eye
Everywhere I look it follows
I try to shut it out
But that only makes it stronger
It won’t leave me
Evoking those memories I just want to forget
Provoking those feelings of anger and regret
It’s always there
Haunting me
Taunting me
The image in the corner of my eye
A snapshot of a better time
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Yes Matt, we carry our regrets and they weigh us down and I hate that. I seem to relate to Frisbee’s in my poems as in flinging the bad things away. Wish it was that easy. Thanks for your eloquent words.
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Thank you. I really like your frisbee analogy.
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Yes unfortunately we deal with boomerangs more often 😉
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Yes, we do 😦
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Nice 👍
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Thank you 🙂
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