Let us not bring up the past, for I will cry.
It's here and now, not "Remember When?"
I didn't mean to say such cruel words, and make you cry.
I made a mistake, and all I could ask is "Why?"
No, I will never be the same.
I'll forgive but never forget.
For what you have done, and what I let you become.
No I don't want to hear about the past..
Would you?
I know we have made mistakes equally, and all we could ask each other is "Why?"
When I really don't know why.
For that is why its called the past.
So let's forgive the night.
Let us not bring up the past, for I will cry.
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.