Your memories of patting me
And making me yours,
Proposing me for more,
Now turned into a curse
So that I could never move
From my post.
The name I tattooed
In the bottom of my heart
That still aches yet calm,
Is waiting for a surgery,
But I'm afraid of more scars
And the pain of the loss.
The promise that we both sealed
Now has no meaning or paths.
Only one reason to love
Now has many excuses
To break the bond.
Thus,
Your memories have turned me off;
I am now chained with the past.
[Dedicated to : The Black Pond]