As each wakening morning arrives, I am forced to watch in silence as the person oh so dear to my heart, moves on
Their love was once my pride and joy
Their happiness because my life goal
Their pain turned into my faults
And their silence is now my regret
If only I was transparent then and only then would I be free
Revealing the things I failed to declare
Although I know my teenage love will never get a chance to read this.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Lost in Time
PoésiePoetry I've written throughout the years during some of the best and worst times of my life.
