Who can tell you who you are?
Who are you to be?
What is your destiny?
All these things
And many other things
Come back to me
Can I tell you a story?
A part of me?
Or will you laugh?
And rip out a part of me?
What is past?
And why do we hold on?
To something
Sometimes best left
Forgotten? Remembered?
Or even treasured?
Who knows the rest?
Your past is your own
Something to hold on to
Something to let go
I'll never be the same again
But I know
Something will always be there
Afraid of being let go
A person
A memory
A forgotten dream
A past that will always
Remember me
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Poems
PoetryI realize a lot of my friends have poems and they are actually really good. So these will be my attempts at poetry...bear with me.
