She is
everything.
Only we'll know
about the gravel on our ground
or the staircase where we found
our lovely adventures.
And I am lost
in this green grass;
Stuck in the present
though, wishing for the past.
Blushing, secrets from the past-
But secrets never last.
Forgetting is a luxury
It is something in life
That I will never have,
Because dead remains
bring everything back,
So I glue myself back to the past
because the present
seems to have
left me
for last.
The future brings tears
though,
i suppose
tears never last.
She
Is
Everything.
Those secrets from the past
Bring memories to the present,
And tears for the future.
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She's Everything. (Short poetry series)
PoetryThese poems are written in chronological order of real events, from my perspective, that took place in my life before during and after my first relationship and my experience with it. Thanks for reading, i appreciate the support!
