"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
Time does not heal all wounds It merely softens the pain And blurs the memories I never really cared about it But you were the only one I cared for
By Isabella Renteria2 years ago in Poets
When we parted ways years ago I told myself it would be okay Even if it wasn’t at that time So I forced myself to move on
When I met you at sixteen years old I was naïve and carefree And I trusted you with everything You took them for granted
I often wonder what it’s like To fall in love with someone Feel their touch as they hold your hand The gentle kiss on the forehead
Today, I cleaned my room First time in forever And went through my stuff Found my old photographs Both you and me together
I don’t know how to explain this But you make me feel like I’m home After days of being gone away You’re like the sunshine that lifts me up
When I met you, I knew you’d be mine From that moment on, we became close We stayed together through it all Until that one day
I am getting older by every year But I don’t care at all I still think of you from time to time Even after years of being apart
It was a early morning That I took a walk around the park The trees I passed by At least three or four times I didn’t care if I stood more than an hour
I always thought that crying Was a sign of weakness And I could never let it show People think I’m so strong But I’m really not
Today, it’s been three years since you and I were over But it feels longer than that I know I promised not to say a word about it
Remember how we used to fill our rooms With pictures of us Or a single with either one of us Either way, we still kept them