The fridgid currents accept the tiny tokens of her false love like needy and damaged children.
As the ripples run from me so too I believe do my memories of her.
My tragic soul understands that she has blistered me so deeply there will be no return.
No place will I crawl to escape the memory of her.
Like newly formed tears my dreams tumble from my being.
I hopelessly lie to my heart that one day the hurt will cease, and the torment will end.
-Johnny V.
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