30/08/15 8:51am
A collage of memories, of someone I use to be. When my life revolved around misunderstandings, and an impossible love, when my mind was backwards because my heart leant forwards, a time that I forgot existed, but sometimes I can't resist it, someone I can't believe I used to be, can that truly be me? All the words that have been spoken, I am no longer broken, just slightly misplaced, not completely erased, the bumps in my road, we're truly a heavy load, and like the heavy-weight champs, I overcame those steep ramps, by lifting them like weights, and my heart lost its "hates" and gained strength, now I made the length, with all that strive, I can proudly call this my life, and although I'm not perfect, I know it's worth it, because I swear that someday I'll get there.
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Tangled
PoetryTry to think of thoughts as more than a segment of our imaginations, or words we whisper that we can only hear, but things that could change lives if uttered, or that could be a waste of space emitted from our mouths along with carbon dioxide. But...
