I’m not mad,
I am just disappointed.
Disappointed that our childhood dreams became figments of fragile memories, that our stories faded to dust and our secrets, our jokes, our games are nothing but the shards of broken memories, shrouded in dust never to be cleaned.
I wanted so much more for us, I understand these things cannot be controlled, of course I am not angry however I am sad.
Never once did I think I would be a second thought, let alone last.
How could we predict these things?
It isn't over,
No this isn't the end of our story. . .
I am not strong enough to tear out the rest of the pages, I would rather fill them half way with random scribbles of times spent together few and far between.
I chose him
You chose yourself.
We grow up, grow apart,
One day we will say goodbye
Then never say hello again.
We weren't meant to last,
But I am sure glad we at least tried.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
