I leave my early poetry on this site for people to read and relate to, and to remind me of my past. |
I used to watch you,
every day in that house...
Sitting in my world,
with everything exploding around me...
I sit alone and think,
i watch the stars all rot...
Never knowing what lives
nor what dies...
When i think about our past
and the times were spent together...
I Can't Tell You I Love You Because I'm Afraid Of What You won't Say Back... |
Gone but not forgotten, for if forgotten they are gone. So in your hearts, forever |
Remember your past but don't live in it... For it does no good to dwell on broken memories |