The past is the past.
And it may stay that way.
But love I only want to rember.
The world as it was.
As my child will see it.
And how I know I never will again.
Love I live to rember that lovely life.
That remains a mystery to my mind.
My mind cannot comperhend how.
How the world was so bright.
And now so dim.
Lit only by the flames in the hearts of children.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
