The memories that haunt me

I turn them into poetry

My pen retracing every step

Transforming darkness into beauty

I hide all of your vicious crimes

In the rhythm of each thought-out line

They won't hold me back anymore

I'd rather turn them into rhymes

Your brutal words held me for ransom

But now I weave them into stanzas

And piece my heart back together

Until your memory dissipates like a phantom

Breathe Out Poetry by LailaLiliana