When I wear this, I think of what once was,
And could have been.
The garment, dyed from her to me,
A symbol of what she wanted us to be.
But yet, I pushed her away,
As the night pushes against the day.
For her, I felt it about to begin,
But yet I couldn't let her in.
Big changes, about to happen to me,
But I just decided to let her be.
I started to love her, this I know;
But I happened to be my best foe.
So I wear this to remind me of once was,
And could have been
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Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
