Memories Are Giving Me A Bad Time
There’s a dark cloud hovering above me
and it follows wherever I go.
It brings sadness in the form of teardrops,
that taste of salt and sorrow.
My world has become cold and lonely,
and I’ve tried to fight the tears,
but memories are giving me a bad time
I do wish they would disappear.
poem by Orlando Belo
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