the lights are behind me
yet still i let them let them blind me
and my past it to is behind me
but no longer will it bind me
the lessons that i learnt
weren't worth what i paid
and by the time i realised
i realised i got played
this is not a warning, merely a guide
a clue to you given by the clueless
this is not a how to or a silly little ride
it’s something exponentially more useless
the sighs i hear right there behind me
there will always be something there to remind me
a modest mantra of unwind and be free
and the lights that are behind me, still blind me
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Brenton F
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Is Your Love Life a Comedy or a Tragedy?
When you wait for him, hoping to walk together, but he’s not just strolling slower — he doesn’t even want to walk alongside you. You do your best, but he’s not just careless; he doesn’t care about your tears and loneliness. He only likes the way you treat him, not the person you are.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 days ago in Poets
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This is how I often feel about the memories that I'm trying to suppress. Loved your poem!
You have a liquid verse that flows like a mercurial pond. Great job.