Time Machine
It's sad,
The things we wish we could forget the most,
Are the things that stay,
Lingering in out memories,
The longest.
Maybe,
They are just to hurtful to forget,
Almost as hurtful as they are to remember.
You were something,
I wished so many times,
To leave my thoughts be.
Though no matter how many,
Attempts,
To keep you out,
You'd always find your way in.
The things, people,
And memories,
I wish i could forget,
Are to painful to let go,
Yes they are...
Times like these,
I wish I had a Time Machine.
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