“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 wasnโ€™t true,
Especially when it comes to you.
People will always surprise me
But the initial shock wonโ€™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.”



3 thoughts on “Stain

  1. 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 ๐Ÿ™‚

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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! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thank you for your kind and beautiful words ๐Ÿ™‚

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      • We surely did; it does have all the elements ๐Ÿ˜€ Hope is a beautiful thing, i would always look up to it ! Treasured & Kept ๐Ÿ˜› You’re welcome ๐Ÿ™‚

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