I had a habit of living in the past
Dying to relive moments and events
I knew forever would not last
Relationships sank, money gone
Traveled far and wide only
To come back home
And struggle to make it on my own

Flashing back to timeless memories
That hinder me
My spirit bleeds from the wounds
Of history made piercing within me
Being held back by people
Who aren’t even thinking about me

Pushing away the ones who care
Scared to accept the dare
Of moving forward and towards
My goals instead of having my head
In the clouds going backwards
In the air…

But now I listen.
I’m moving forward
I’m never going back.


1 Comment

  • Steffy Posted October 15, 2015 10:41 am

    <3 it!

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