my first and probably last poem or attempt at one … i doubt i will ever be able to do one again
i chose freedom
i chose self
i chose another …
i found pain
i didnt see
i froze in terror
i turned away …
i found pain
i sought freedom
i sought another
i sought something …
and found pain
damage was done
damage was steeled
hearts were hurt …
yours will eventually heal
healing begins
memories forgotten
pain subsides …
regret sinks in
like lead in water
pain is forever and never forgotten
well i thought it was a good poem…
Love isnt how you forget,
but how you forgive.
Not how you listen,
but how you understand.
Not what you see,
but what you feel.
Not how you let go,
but how you hold on.
Gee Steven, those are stunning. Guess underneath all the bullshit is a really beautiful man. I hope your dreams come true and your pain forgets all about rollcall.
Nice one big guy
Robin
I seriously cant recall writing this … interesting!