Fuck You For Forgetting (Bridget’s version)Fuck the bullets of light cracking through the blind
Give me just one more taste of your succulent mind
This may be the last time we reenact the past
Maybe its not; I’m too scared to ask
We used to daydream in the peace of the night
Only you could cure my every fright
But calming my soul is now a lost art
Not even the pills can quiet that part
I’m the case the Doctors are sorely regretting
You knew the cure, fuck you for forgetting
(A friend asked me to write a poem with this title, so this is what I came up with)
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