Some things have inspired a retelling of stories, I don't know if I'd claim this to be a poem, no rhyme or rhythm just emotion. We'll claim it to be storytelling for the moment.
It is almost like yesterday
I was laughing with you
We never speak these days
You refused to grow with me
Intertwined your wicked ways with hate
And now I don't even know you
Even when I look back at pictures of you
I thought I'd always have you
You may have been a figment of my imagination
But I believed in you
She even saw you for you
But what should have been enough
Never was
No one can blame me, for not believing love is true
With the impact of someone like you
You're the bull that fed lies repeatedly
You aren't even aware of the damage you have done
Your new life has you too consumed To see the damage done
Now that I'm older
I have to let you go
Your resounding words of me never succeeding
Your disbelief in my talents
In my own best interest
I'll remember and speak of you
Now
As if you never did the damage you did
Keep that image of you, singing lullabies & teaching me how to be creative
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