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In the park, a December eve
we sat in silence, under the stars
and then he came and stole from me
he put a bullet through her heart

The lights and sirens, all a blur
Burned forever in my mind
the tainted blood that fell from her
painted the cold ground in kind

But worst of all, her dying face
A final shock I could not take.
She was gone, and I disgraced
The wound to my heart I must erase.

A hope I had for a darker way,
in this new and modern age
the scientists in cold white would say
with a pill I could forget my pain

I took it with anxious greed
I wanted to kill the memories
and let my troubled heart be freed
from that terrible dying gaze.

and now I sit here telling you,
as the thought begins to blur
of the love that I once knew
before it fades from this world

Looking back it was my mistake
for in the pain there was something more
the precious love I've come to hate
And the one I loved so long before

Even now I've lost her name,
her face is gone, her memory fades
and all I've got's that terrible pain
and I'll hold it tight 'til it does the same
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I thought I'd try my first poem on dA.
I wrote this a couple years ago.

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I like it a lot. I like how it puts an importance on remembering and that never having it could be so much worse.
I'm a softie for short poem like this XD.
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I love this so much.
Really.
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Why thank you :)

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