Memory

If i die young, 10 years down the line would you remember the day the took my final breath away. Would you procrastinate about the pain, would you be the one to have change what had been done. You never cared when i was here don’t pretend to care when i am gone i acted so damn strong, about this thing i could never have been so wrong.

We change the game we play every single day, there were so many words i just didnt say, i hope you reflect on the time and pray. I just wanted to be that person that took your pain away and maybe when you grow old You find your happiness.

Published by Jordan Baker

I’m a new poet, I’m trying out different styles and hoping one day some one will like them and maybe even ask for me to write them some. I hope you guys join me on my journey to something truly beautiful

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