The White Board Poem by Walter C. Edwards
The White Board
The white board came,
and took our memoirs,
wiped it away to day dreams,
all we ever had,
was love pure and sweet,
but they pushed that button,
on repeat,
sad to say I don't know you,
sad you can't remember me,
even until today,
but I think,
I know you from somewhere,
you where beautiful to me,
black out I try to fight back,
but pain returns again,
can we just be friends.
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