Lately I've been having flashbacks, flashbacks of memories I thought I had buried properly,
Things that happened, that I wish didn't but I couldn't wish them away because I didn't live in a fairytale world, so I did the next best thing,
Locked them in mind boxes and dutifully lose the keys,
But a rogue me is trying to unearth them, shine a light on things that should be left peacefully in the dark,
Trying to reveal the storm in a mind that has convinced itself into tranquility.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
