Like every troubled person -
that is what I call myself,
although deep down I know
that I've known nothing -
I look back
every once in a while
and I read back
every once in a while.
My heart hurts
every once in a while
because on those lazy afternoons
I am reminded of the countless
minutes I spent thinking of you.
Like the troubled person I am
I forget the details -
the big ones and the little ones -
and looking back
makes me remember.
Yes my heart hurts but
I can't bring myself to establish
whether or not it hurts
in a good way or bad.
Because that cloud of innocence
that had once believed she could
lead the grey eyes back to shore
was a bipolar cloud of innocence.
A cloud of innocence or
a cloud of ignorance,
I can't be sure.
I have decided that
looking back makes me
bitter-sweet.
Because I remember
how upset I was
but I remember
with a smile.
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Poetry
Poetrypoetry & thoughts there are some things I just can't say out loud ⭐️💫 -started 4/10/16- I wanted so bad to be the small bird that made your eyes change from grey to green. I still do, I always will because now I'm realizing that I just want to be...
