The torn pages of my diary,
Keeps our memories alive,
Withered and faded,
They still hold my favourite dreams.
I craved for you,
But it never seemed to be enough,
You wanted the perfect and the best,
While I was all about love and care.
A trail once chosen,
Now abandoned and lost,
Took me long enough to find the way back,
Yet I yearn to go back.
Letting go is hardest,
Even when the love is just a reminder,
Of something that once was,
Never is
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
