Memory Of Your Face
i sit here and wish the memory of your face would dissappear
but then i see you every other day pretty much
so how can i get rid of your memory
i try not to stare at you
but you dont know how hard it is
you smile but not at me
you look but not at me
you look beyond me like im not even there
but i am and nobody knows it
poem by Taya Metcalf
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