This poem was done long time, and wow i still remeber y i did this but yeah anyways... wait there is no anways
With Each Passing Day
The Memory Of You Slowly Goes Away
Not Like If You Said Much About Your Self
But Your Slowly Letting Drift Away…
Soon I Will Be Gone
And You Will Never Hear From Me Again
I Don’t Want This To Happen
And You Might Not Want This…
So I Shall Return To The Darkness…
And Why Is This Happening?…
All Because You Don’t Talk To Me Anymore…
