Creaking hinges
Burning bridges
Our love is going down
Timeless memories
It was you that was always good to me
Stained foot prints
The lingering smell of mint
It was I who drove you away
And endless maze
A forgiving gaze
I'm sorry that it's you that I crave
So many mistakes; so much to blame
But I can't help the way
That I miss you every day
So alone I shall sit
You were worth every bit
That I threw away after you left
But again, it was my fault
It was my liability
I wish you all the best in the end
With love,
Forgotten first love
~Madison
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Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...
