Whoever said that
What's past is past
Is a liar.
The past is never
Where you think
You left it.
It will haunt you
Not only in your sleep
But in your reality.
It will come back
And bite you
When you least expect it.
For you see, darling
The past isn't dead
It's not even past
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryDon't fall into the trap of believing everything is alright when you know it isn't
