Forgotten
Forgotten like a pencil left on the table,
Nevery to be noticed again,
I close my eyes in deep thought,
Picturing the beauty of her,
All i see is another face,
Forgotten like a set of keys outside,
Never knowing which key reveiled her,
My memories of her,
Shatters to peices,
Leaving nothing but a mess in my mind,
She was no where to see,
No where to ask,
There was no where to start,
For she was forgotten.
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