Moving on.
I slipped off that braclet,
And threw it into the rain,
Because its a reminder,
Of what you became.
You returned,
to your old circle of hate,
And with that one move,
You decided your fate.
Throughout your absense,
Many events will take place,
But together, we'll get through them alone,
Without you and your second face.
To be honest,
i missed your nice side,
But it wasn't long before i realised,
that side of you had died.
Grow up,
and see the truth of your reality,
and watch as we slowly,
Develop a new sense of normality.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
