We never understand the feelings we get.
The emotional aspect upon our thoughts.
Held by the negative memories of others.
The disturbed outlook on the flashbacks that seem to never end.
Kills the person we thought left us.
So we are left with the person within.
Is she angry, sad, hurt, or torn?
Her feelings are like a rose with one single thorn.
Something so pretty but something so vile.
A single thorn can protect the external and internal beauty.
Her beauty is never forgotten.
Her kindness is never recognized.
Her heart is full of love, and has an internal flame.
However, her thoughts that run through the night.
Slips through the vessels in her brain.
To remind her of the never ending pain.
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