My Insulted Memory


Had I embodied that treacherous memory of him?
The man who regularly threw out deathly sharp insults
Even though I once passionately moaned out to him as my Lover
But I learned Life is full of quick changes and surprises
The critiques went on for stretches of miles and miles
When I tiptoed to the shorelines of South Carolina
To get farther and farther away from my problems
However, I more than often wondered if Neil Armstrong
Really, honestly, hands down felt away from it all
As he looked down on the Earth’s globe from the surface of the Moon
I guessed I’d never completely know anyway
Back at home; I wallowed around like a foghorn
I remembered so fondly rolled over the cold Ocean
My skin crawled over the shell of the nice girl I used to radiate in character
I was sinking into the abyss of a frozen heart
Everything stopped; there was no movement but down deeper
His Love had bashed me to the bottom of my cold heart
Scared and shook, I listened to all his words
But now, I had gotten the far and wide consent
To finally, after the harsh fall, let go of the insults

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