Category : Poems

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She was always my place to go.
Until I finally fell. 
Not the good kind.
Not even the hurt kind.
The stuck in his head if you will.
I think they'll all leave,
Then I sub-consciously flee.
I get silent for days.
I lose track of the parts of this maze
I've traversed many times in phrase. 
Can I escape this haze?
Will I put to rest this so called phase?
God, please guide me through this daze.