Whispered words echo,
and laughing memories present themselves.
What has happened to the silence?
What happened to the words that really meant
truth?
I want to live in solitude
where the past stays the past
and I can live in the present.
Comments
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I can actually relate to the last few lines; very well. I liked your attitude towards this poem, it's always best to leave the past behind you. (Even if it comes back to haunt you, try and think of something else, more positive etc.) But yup it's always best for past to stay as past not present and present to stay as present.
Great job!


