The Past
As fear covers you like the Boston sky You see it in the wind as it flashes before your eyes
You try to forget it You try to split, but all of the whispers shall come like this
You've seen it once and you'll see it again the blood the tears as they slip down so thin
Try to forget it yes, but no once you lie down it all comes back like so
You wish to run you wish to hide, but all of those thoughts are buried deep inside
This poem is about:
Me