Remembering old times.
Stumbling across a picture
In a folder
That's yours.
A picture of you.
I thought I had forgotten
All of the old pains.
You said you'd been hurt that way before.
And that you never wanted that pain for anyone.
And then you turned that pain on me.
I'm still angry,
and I think I might always be.
Bye-bye Love,
Naivete.
Thanks FR =)
ReplyDeleteyour poem captures perfectly my mood these weeks, days, hours...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks fairy :) Although maybe it's a beautiful feeling it is equally sad. I hope everything is alright with you. :)
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