The past is a crazy thing
It's a beast with claws
That'll tear you apart
It's a hurricane
That'll twist you right up
It's a bully
That'll kick you when your down
There are two things you do
When you deal with the beast
You can let memories drown you
Or you can swim to shore
And move the fuck on
But the past isn't all bad
It's also the sunshine
Brightening up your day
It can be a rose
From a secret admirer
It can be a movie
With your best friend
It can be the sand
Caressing your feet
When you deal with the sun
There are two things to do
Relax and soak it up
Or retreat and be frozen
In neverending shade
The past is a crazy thing
Full of beasts
And sunshine
Forever coexisting
But it's how you deal with it
Whether you relish in the sun
Or drown in the waves
That defines not only
Who you are
But how you live
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My Life On Paper
PoetryAll my feelings spread out on paper. Written and said in the only way I know how; poetry.
