Why is it okay to let the past be the future,
the past be the present,
the past be anything more then just a blur of imagination,
kicked off the edge never to see again.
A punishment from the past is a repeated heartbreak.
As a voice who will not ride away,
to remind you of your wrong.
You try to better yourself,
to get kicked down once more.
A repeated battle that's always lost, but never won.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback