I lay there and I think
What about? Everything
My past experiences
Some good and some bad
I focus on the bad, for that’s how we work
The bad sticks out like a sore thumb
Pricked upon the stem of a beautiful rose bush
Thoughts twirl and swirl in my mind
Past lovers, choices that I had made,
Mistakes that I can never forgive nor forget
I loathe the past
It stairs at me
With eyes knowing and cruel
Forcing me to think
Making me stumble and slip
My hard outer shell is cracked
An unwanted tear leaves my eye
Creating a moist trail down my cheek
My past hurts me with the truth
But I push through it until I gain control
I turn from my past
As if I could just get up and walk away
Leaving those memories behind at a bus stop
That will take them far far away
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