MY PAST

It is a short poem about our past, what we did, saw or said. A past is something you can't change it. It is our reference point and not our residence. Though the past might an effect on our present and future, lets not dwell so much on it.
You are open to the person you love, right? That's what i thought when i decided to share a brief history to then, "the girl of my dreams". It was not something pleasant but i did not expect it would reach to a point i was being condemned for what happened in my past. I felt guilty. I felt my heart being tortured from someone i least expected.
I had to let all out for i was
angered, through pen and paper.
Tell me what you think about it.