We have seen the past glory
So closely to remember,
What happened wrong?
Was not a question.
It was a story of confusion and betrayal,
Confused not because of the situation,
But what the people fed.
Betrayed by not the loved ones,
But ourself.
So how we remember
that we forgot the past glory,
With the abandoned future,
Some would say it is difficult,
Some would say they are not capable,
And some would refuse to understand.
They would admit it's just wrong
ti bring back the past moments.
So we lock our mouth not our heart,
Not letting the confusion poison our love.
And we try to hold hands
until one count his last breath down.
YOU ARE READING
Forgotten
Poetry#170 on 07/02/18 "Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on the broken glass." - Anton Chekhov What if you come to know the demons of the life? Would you still carry your heart in your palms ready to build a home in someone...
