The past:
A time passed,
A memory to be forgotten.
Lives changed,
Learned the mistakes.
The present:
A time still ticking,
A memory being made.
Life in growth,
Mistakes are made.
The future:
The time is unknown,
And our time could stop at any moment.
Memories are being remembered,
Sometimes from a sick bed.
Life is coming to an end,
Our mistakes,
Are not to be regretted,
For they have made who we are.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
