I RememberMature

Ya...

I remember that hot summer day,
When all I stood for got taken away.

I remember that tattered gray sweatshirt,
that smelled like stale smoke and cologne.

I remember you throwing me on our "Mamaw's" bed,
the place where I left my sanity

I remember that smirk on your face,
as your touch sent shocks through my limp body.

I remember every word you said,
and I remember every bruise you left.

And I see all of this,
when I look in your big brown eyes.

The End

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