“The life as I now know it,
Is not as pure as it was before
Since now I am aware of little changes
As I walk through a sea of faces.
Little things here and there,
That opened my eyes to
Everything that wasn’t true,
Especially when it comes to you.
People will always surprise me
But the initial shock won’t be
As strong as it was when you
Left me waiting alone
While I froze to the bone.
I still recall your face.
So far, yet the past is so plain:
A stagnated picture in my head as a stain,
Blurred as a painting left in the rain.”
Ana.
It Takes Courage... And lots of Chocolate 
the painting will shed its color
as the rain washes it dry,
the face will remain to exist
until the past becomes a far cry.
An addition to the poem; I love the word ” Hope”, and i shall use to clear the stain.
Beautifully written Ana 🙂
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Did we just co-wrote a poem, or what? haha Loved what you wrote! I already noticed you are strong on your idea of hope and I really, really love that! Treasure and keep it! 😉 Thank you for your kind and beautiful words 🙂
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We surely did; it does have all the elements 😀 Hope is a beautiful thing, i would always look up to it ! Treasured & Kept 😛 You’re welcome 🙂
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