Untitled by Anonymous Sender

This love is a hollowed out tree.
Becoming ever empty inside of me. 
I can’t escape the visions in my head. 
Reminding me of times where I was dead.

This is such an odd feeling to behold.
Like fairy tales i was once told. 
As a child I was forced to believe in love.
Now it’s a feeling that I appear to be free of.

Where could my memories have gone? 
Out of these conclusions that I have drawn. 
I suppose for me love isn’t meant to be. 
So I sit here just as hollow as a tree. 



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