As trees falsh by,
I know it's true.
I'm going back home,
Fleeing from you.
The time we spent,
I will cherish in my heart.
But you moved on,
And I have to make a start.
I came to you,
To convince myself it's over.
But I kept waiting for my wish,
From an old lost lucky clover.
Seeing you with him,
Was way to much to bare.
So I am saying goodbye,
Retreating from your stare.
I'm going home for now,
Just going to be alone.
Maybe this time I will get it right,
And turn my heart to stone.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
