Thinking

[MarshmallowPeep]

I think.

I still remember.

I lie in bed, and think through the night.

My memories are vivid.

I cry.
 

I miss those times.

I miss the laughs.

I lie here, crying for happiness.

My heart beats with pain.

I close my eyes.
 

I wait.

I fall asleep.

Sleeping soundly I await for tomorrow.

My dream is peaceful.

I wake.

I think,

I may still remember.

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

Sometimes the hardest thing is to let go, even if it's for your own good. It hurts, it really does, but I have learned that time really can heal even the nastiest of wounds. I wrote this poem to sort of... comemorate(?) that healing. To kind of remember that morning when I got to wake up, not thinking about the pain and not remembering (ironically) all the bad things that happened and that I missed.

Hope that what I said makes some sense to a degree, and that someone may find a liking to my little poem   Also first time sharing my writing too soooo 

[Guest Aetherr]

This is pretty real for me so it hit me in the feels, good job!