To grow in a body of an independent woman
And be showered by service, kindness and what they say as 'romance'
To which every received scented letters and bouquet of roses
People never knew every time I was also visited by flashbacks
Flashbacks not about good memories
It was a feeling that only reminded me of past miseries
The tale of the boy who have left me with another girl
I thought I was the only one until it took an unexpected turn
To every opportunities of being loved I have always closed the doors
Reminding myself thousands of times that the love that they had will end to a bore
To question myself 'what went wrong?' and blame the things that I do
'Just what is wrong with my child self that I was replaced with someone new?'
Only to realize that love is just beautiful but was never kind
To almost all innocent hearts, So young and so blind
No scented letters and bouquet of expensive roses will draw a smile
But alarms a fear in my unhealed wounds I got in the past
03/21/23
Writer's Note:
Flashbacks of what once was.
