Deleted Messages

Let yesterday be gone by dawn
Let its own aches find there own tomb
Trash bin

Inboxes with our treasured hurts
Others hold our moments of bliss
Save both?

The blood boils, we tend to get lost
Hit the button then wish you didn’t
Thoughts, thoughts.

Deleted message could be lost
Its dent never ever wears out
Black stain

Messages from a large big bowl
One key, all’ll be a memory
By gone

Thomas Tee2emm Bot