"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
I heard you’ve been doing well You moved on Met someone else And I’m not going to lie, It hurt. More than I thought it would.
By Isabella Renteria3 years ago in Poets
A walk down in memory lane Suddenly you come to mind And I find myself smiling brightly Even if I don’t realize it Until someone tells me
What if I told you that I’m not who you think I am What if I said I am not who you want me to be Would you still look at me the same way
I have torn myself between you and the future You have proven yourself to be untrusted And you had done nothing more but hurt me
When someone says you have to let go What would be your answer? Would you say, I have already moved on from that person
I am stuck between the past and the future There is no middle part And yet I am in it For many years, I have always been there
I remember the first day That we met I never knew you And feared to be friends With you And yet I still let you in
One small step And a big step All together into one Joined by the sound Of crackling leaves Under our shoes As we walked past them
My hands are on yours Feeling the warmth Holding onto you As if I had nothing to lose My head on your chest Listening to your heart beating