One Fine Day

I don’t live like I used to  
I don’t know me like I once knew 
The things I hear I cannot comprehend 
What was real to me, to you was pretend 
I now live my life in retrospect 
Deep in mind I still feel the neglect 
It has now manifested into loneliness 
And I fear in my heart only this 
Happiness in life is no guarantee 
I am not who I used to be 
One day I’ll try to look back and smile 
But I’m certain that day won’t come round for awhile 





Poetry by Leila
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Written on 2013-11-04 at 10:25

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That day, one fine day, might come sooner than you think. Moving on is something we do well.

This is gently written, and I imagine almost all of us can relate to it.

jim
2013-11-05