past

it talks about my past

Past

The memories of the past, no longer come back in bad flashbacks
The sad story that use to spill easily out of my broken soul
No longer has open room to flow
The wind isn’t icy now, the blue sky isn’t so blue now, the old me would’ve asked how
When I use to cry of all the pain the misunderstanding and the shrill fact that my hear was contained
Contained by the soil black of the past
It no longer bugs me, my heart has been refreshed, new things has been put into place, change has come over me
The bad past is gone, gone for good















Moon






1/30/06