It's so difficult to move on.
You lock it all up in a box--
The dreams, the hopes,
The memories, the longings,
The tears, the pain--
And bury it in the deepest spot
Of your heart,
Swearing you won't ever open it again.
But you often catch yourself wandering,
Not quite there, but close enough...
Drawn in unconsciously,
Moving around, tiptoe, tiptoe...
By God, it's so difficult to move on.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
