I know you're not a bad person,
it's life that forces us to hurt.
I held your heart in my arms
hiding it naively from the world.
For the world hurts and takes,
wound then bleeds and aches.
But I was the one who harmed
after all I thought you're mine.
I've lost the chance to see you bloom,
way too soon came our doom.
Beautiful flower can't be owned,
without a soil, a water in a vase,
it won't live, it will wither away.
YOU ARE READING
A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
