"What had happened is past - passive. It cannot be changed. It should not be meant to be lived by until the present, but it is meant to teach us lessons in life."
Memories, scattered all around the floor
Unremembering all those knocking on the door
Not pretty sure what I'm feeling right now
Maybe I'll just close the curtain down and take a bow
Surely, this show will end, I knew it all the time
I guess I'm kind of careless to realize it, is that a crime?
These beautiful wonders and people I've missed
All those flashbacking memories I have on my list
I'm sorry, am I late to make things up again?
Or am I able to bring back the time we've spent?
Insane, you may say, "No one could press rewind"
"Yes, I know but.." I've totally lost my mind
Things left unsaid, words never been heard
Many more I'm longing to say, but nevermind the third
I surrender, that's enough, that's the way it is
Not a final word had been said, not one final kiss
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More than Words (One Shot Poetry)
PoetryOne person, a thousand memories, millions of feelings, billions of pain. I left some things unspoken, unsaid and untold. I thought it was a great idea, but to be honest, it's really not. Typically, I just don't want anyone to see me weak or hurt. Ag...
