I've made mistakes and i will still make them
I've laughed at the trees as the rain brainwashed them,
is it karma playing games with me?
I've sat in that cruel puddle of disbelieving and made regrettable decisions,

Dear little me,
will I ever find peace when the past keeps hunting me?
I bet you don't want to grow and have flattened bones,
a wrinkled skin and a soggy face,
because when the past becomes a reoccurring nightmare,
you'll never grow.

Dear little me,
do you want me to wallow in misery?
For I've suffered and gone through alot,
can't you see!


© witheredrose