Phantom memories dance in and out of my mind.
Reminding me of what I mistook for true love.
How she would tell me honey-laced words.
Told me everything she thought she wanted with me.
But there was only ever me and her never an us.
Then my heart plays a song that sings.
Of what I had found in another.
I was not sure if it was true but I felt it was.
I wanted to plant the seeds and see what grew.
I knew I wanted us to do everything together.
I had forgotten the scars on my heart.
Now that song is bittersweet for It's what I had.
It was something new. Like walking into a world that I overlooked for so long seeing it all truly.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
