The past is a deadly thing;
It tugs at the heartstrings
It can make you happy
Glad,
Even kill you.
It holds you back;
You never speak of it,
And don't you dare even try,
Your thoughts plague your mind,
Your mind says you're weak.
Fragile, at your peak
But you never knew how strong you were;
If you weren't strong,
You wouldn't have guessed it.
You only cry when no one is watching.
And if you weren't strong;
You wouldn't be here today.
You'd be just a dream
A figment of imagination.
Not breathing.
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Ugly Girl
Poetry"Show me the darkness, show me dark. Show me the lightness, show me the light." - Sophie Louise Captivating, addictive, deadly and powerful as Poetry captures the highs and lows of human nature, Sophie Louise delivers to you sentimental poems of h...
