#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
are the things I enjoy
and yet they said I've changed
Yea people change
You can't hurt me and expect me to remain the same person.
You can't betray me and expect me to still be the gullible person you left.
Experience changes people.
You hurt someone and when...