Your Face

by FireFly - Libra

What I got-
First hand hurt-
Left me standing-
Shaky in my self-worth-

It was easy-
Partying to forget-
With boos and drugs-
But Her face remains-
As the memory of her fades-

She’s hanging over me-
In my hang over-
She’s Mary Jane in my pipe-
She’s the sugar in my coffee-

Some day I’ll remember –
Who she was-
But it’s the face-
That stops me in my haze-

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2000-05-21 15:02:07
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:16
Poem ID: 56152

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