Does your heart ache?
When you think of the past.
I remember falling
Falling
Losing from the beginning.
A hand to hold would have been nice.
Someone to confide in would have been better,
But, as you see.
There was no one there to fit me.
I thought, once upon a time.
I had a friend.
But the mind, it deceives even the most clear cut.
I look upon the past everyday, every minute.
And I cringe, and bury it deeper.
Perhaps I hope that one day
It'll be so deep that no one can find it.
No one will laugh, or point or shake their heads in disapproval.
And I will be able to stay in the present.
My haven.
My heart aches
When I think of the past.
I fell
I fall
And I still do.
But my foothold is my will
And I cannot be silenced
Especially by you.
Fin.