Wasted Memories

And I waste just another minute

Delving through stacks and layers of memories
Wondering if they were ever real
Or are a mere teaser of time
When true opportunities of love and joy
Twisted into treetops and tears peek out
Worried of wasting these elusive potentials
I let them slip by like ripples riding over rocks
They soon become mere memories of unsure reality
Tell me to live in the moment just for a moment and forget
The losses, the sorrows, the thoughts, the questions

But how?

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

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    i just kept it all to myself. every night, my own religion

    pages of pen poised on paper, pouring my heart out

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    because i'm supposed to

    you told me, one night in mid-july.

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    i've heard this story a thousand times before.

    i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

    became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

    i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be