I hope you weren’t too offended.
I wasn’t up to be recommended.
There are so many things that I don’t want to forget.
But, Oh, God. So many things I’m forced to regret.
I just want to remember how you made me feel.
But I’ll never have an actualization of what was real.
Maybe I should let it go; let it fly; be it free.
Maybe I should feel the wind beneath my own wings;To see.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.