She often runs away from here
And no one knows just where she went
Or even that she’s gone
She sits in class
And scribbles notes
Just like a twisted con
If another person cared enough
To look her in the eyes
Maybe then they’d know
Where her skeleton sits
Is not where her conscience lies
She’s taking another
Involuntary trip
Right down Memory LN.
But Memory Lane
Is not always the same
Sometimes it’s Nightmare Rd.
She hates these trips
But it’s not her choice
Past has summoned her again
Memory grabs her
By the hand
And leads into the arms of Past
She tries to resist
Fights like hell
But Past and Memory kick her ass
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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