You turn the page - I burn the book

Шевцова Евгения
You turn the page - I burn the book:
The past is never real.
Time changes the things at which I look,
It changes the things I feel.

The past is artifice, but still
It pricks me every night.
And doings which I don't reveal
Can present moment blight.

There is a longing in my heart
For those who I have lost.
But we've been for too long apart
To be haunted by this ghost.

It seemed so hard for me to leave
Until I walked away.
It seemed I would forever grieve...
I'm glad I didn't stay.

I don't miss people - I forget.
And out of this loss
I was so lucky I could get
Much more, pay off the cost.

I move on, I can't keep alive
The dear things fate took.
You may have turned the page, but I've
Already burnt this book.


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When you protagonist yourself
It hard to burn the book.
Start chapter new. All will be well.
Just give another look.

Respectfully,

Оскар Хуторянский   13.12.2016 04:59   •   Заявить о нарушении
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