A poem about comparing and contrasting the person you've become from who you used to be.

Two Versions

There are two versions of me;
what I am and who I used to be.
There was a time I could believe,
now all I do is wait for them to leave.

In time every scar begins to heal,
but not the feelings you concealed.
Memories in your head like picture frames,
dealing with the aftermath of foolish games.

So I built my walls up like Berlin,
because I stopped believing in Merlin.
There used to be a halo over my heart,
but now there's darkness blowing me apart.

That innocence is still inside,
but heartache came and forced it to hide.
Yet it still lives inside of me;
what I am clouding who I used to be. 

Submitted: June 10, 2017

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Rehmat Tanzila

So heartfelt..

Thu, July 27th, 2017 5:08pm


I like it

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