The Ghost of My Past
The ghost of my past
It still haunts me,
And my love is gone.
That is all.
Cautiously, I render into the future,
But I always go back to the past
That makes me smile, and makes me cry.
Oh my heart it beats to the nightingales
song, and I smile happy to their tune.
But my past haunts me,
And I want to forget,
So I go into the future,
With head held high
And smiling.
That is all.
.3.2.2014.
|