Its better to forget the haze,
The blur of tears in your eyes,
After you said you were sorry,
Make sure it followed with goodbye.
Its better for the truth to unfold,
No more cries and no more lies,
Even if the moments yet turn cold,
Its better to just let it be goodbyes.
Never self-blame for all that pain,
For every sunshine must have a rain,
It doesn't mean only sorrow remain,
We would never knew if we didn't start again.
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From The Bottom Of My Heart: Gone With the Wind (Poetry)
PoetryJust a little glimpse of how I live my life. Written in a form of poetry. I started to wonder and I still was when I wrote those first few lines. As I continue to write, an idea; a theory slowly crept into my mind. What if this is the real me? All...
