I often wondered how I came to be, Brought up by relatives so far away, My parents fought, in parting they were free, My lonely life never indulged in play.
Growing up, battling my sad life alone, I studied hard, determined to achieve, Saw my aunts, all finished in their gravestone I worked and studied more, no time to grieve.
Until I met my sweet soul mate and learned How good it felt to woo and love and care. For hearts are won and not easily earned, She became my world, together we'd share.
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I learned about all other's past mistakes, Kept joy and love, for that is all it takes.
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Your past doesn't end with the present but it ends with you~
YOU ARE READING
Past it all.
PoetryThis...is just something for me to write on and vent out my anger and sadness that people cause me.
