Broken Memory

This is an old poem, I wrote in third grade... first one I ever wrote in my entire life.... at first I didn't want to share this... but 17 years later, here you guys go.
Crack... crack... crack,
As the bones and dry leaves crumble under my feet,
With a dark pressure upon my chest,
With nothing but torment, slowly placing my soul to rest.

As the beautiful aroma of roses fills the air,
Washing away the decay and smell,
I look up to see those beautiful eyes and warming smile...
Just to awake in my bed,
Wondering when I'll see you again...
Published: 1/4/2018
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