Poetry,  Speaking My Mind

Time To Let Go

You think things could get better?
I’m a believer, but now I’m not so sure
I’ve ruined the sleeves of my sweater
Crying over what I can’t seem to cure

Everything I do makes things worse
Irreparable damage I guess
Nothing can be reversed
I feel depressed

All I want is her
But I don’t know what she wants anymore
I keep dreaming of how things were
Although those memories only reopen old, painful sores

© 2014 Vic Romero


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