I spurn myself, doubt my heart, Submerge into crushing despair, All for others Deep down, I know most Will not remember it, My struggles forgotten with time, Merely a girl that was once there
Tag: Forgotten
Ghosts of the Past
Ghosts, left over From long ago They are remembered In seemingly invisible slivers
Chrysanthemums
Chrysanthemums line barren halls, As empty as the promise made That now forgotten day