Past becomes the past,
but memories never fade.
People walk out of your life,
but some you will wonder why.
You wait for the moment they will walk out.
Tormenting yourself
Because once you were not trusted enough.
Feeling betrayed.
Will you trust again?
That moment had nothing to do with trust,
but immaturity.
If you ever meet again,
What will you do?
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Compromises in Life
PoetryThe new year brought forth the need of goals to be established. One them being to write more and post more. My writing will most likely be about letting go of the past, working on my goals, working on forming new relationships, so it'll somewhat a...
