my Past never is my Present

my Past never is my Present

A Poem by Angela
"

What would you rather do to fix your past?

"

We all have our moments of weakness,

     but the blood on my hands won't dry.

 

It's cold in here,

     warm me up if you could,

          but your ashes are in the fire.

 

I forgot to wash my hands,

     so the evidence is clear.

 

Without a broken picture frame,

     I don't know where to hide you.

 

The bed is empty,

     but the closet is cluttered.

 

I bury my heart along with these memories.

 

One day I may find the clues and

     the old day blues,

          but for now,

               I'm just trying to forget you.

© 2012 Angela


Author's Note

Angela
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Angela
Angela

Crafton, PA



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BIO Name: Angela Age: 14 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Hometown: Seattle Current Residence: Pennsylvania I love to write poetry and a few dabbles every so often.. more..

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