I don't know who was in the wrong.
Was she or me?
I still have no clue.
Was I the one who broke us?
Was she the one who woke the anger in my soul?
I still don't know.
But, finally, once all our love had withered like a flower, was it time to truly move on.
Move on from the hurt, the sorrow, and the pain.
But before the time to moving on could truly occure.
My heart froze and with no remorse there it went into hibernation.
And frozen it stayed till spring.
YOU ARE READING
to someone.
Poetrypeoms written for people still figuring out who they are. if you're here, than I guess that would be you.
