Valentine
I think about things that won't ever be
and can't see the forest because of the tree
what if I can't be happy without
these things that will never...ever work out.
Choices made and history is written
decisions that divide and dissect my world
no one will care...or even listen
The path that I take is narrow...one way
you can't double back or from the path stray
almost to the curve beyond which you can't see
that left behind...that lost to me
I can't call for help...can't undo the done
along this path I go...a path made for one.
If it ends will it widen?
At the end might I find,
the Love that's escaped me, my valentine.
4 comments:
threw away a good thing.
Way more than you'll ever know...
What an amazing poem! You simply rock. I know the path will widen, and until then~ dance on, my friend. xoxo
Thank you. What would I ever do without your friendship.
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