Oh heart, why doest thou linger in the past?
Thy days are gone that shall return no more
And nothing can undo what fate has cast
So why dost thou keep knocking at that door?
Let go of what was meant to be goodbye
And free thyself from memories long gone
For though it pains thee, yet thou must comply
And find the strength to move quickly on
Remember once thou hast felt love's sweet bliss
And tasted of its nectar rich and pure
And though the joy is gone, it's not amiss
For memories of it shall ever endure
Thus let thy steps be firm and free of fear
And bid adieu to what is no more near
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PoetryA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
