My heart knows of the past, scars remind it how it's been hurt.
It wishes to love and be loved.
It wants to believe in love.
It struggles with my mind.
My mind remembers promises broken.
It knows of dreams abandoned.
It recalls long talks of the future.
It sees past experiences in a different light.
Both ask, How could I know if this is real? Didn't I think the others were real? This feels different, or Do I just want it to?
The past blinds them to the present at times and makes the future seem million years away.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoesiaPoems 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...
