Hasty decisions, selfish motives and impatience swallowed meUnderstanding oneself is not easy, at times...I love (hate?) when we get to a point in our lives when introspection leads us to these realizations. Wow. You put this onto paper beautifully. I still have memories that hurt and your writing brought them up. Anything that makes me physically feel what you have written - is excellent writing. Thanks.
no one can use some one elseys words for their part of the soul and no mater how hard you look in on your self all that is at desposable is part of you and your words are good and true beauty is in ur soul
Man , I could have used those words last week, when I wrote " Last Dance with a Memory." It is exactly what happened, but the years have all but dimished the images of us. I promised there would always be a sacred spot in my heart for her..but I misjudged the power of time. Your piece was like it was part of that piece. Beautiful , and understood. Love, Rain..
Excellent realization.
"Those dreams have turned into memories, memories that still hurt"
The way things tend to progress in an unwanted scenario. Funny how we create such a scene for ourselves. Usually it takes a moment to step back and view what has gone on to realize our faults. By then its to late as the lesson has been pre-recorded.
"I'd tried to shut my eyes to it, but you finally found your way into my heart"
Time is of the essence. People scared from the past or unwelcoming of certain feelings take time to have the heart warmed. Usually when it does and acceptance is near, is usually when we are forced to realize our haste has caused dismay. Selfishness indeed, but usually it's there to protect ourselves. After all, we need to look out for numero uno.
Oh, I can certainly understand where you were coming from in this. You haved penned it so well and I agree that sometimes realizing our faults make it that much harder :)(:
Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds - Douglas Adams.
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