The mind I am told is very useful.
Except when remembering.
I hate remembering,
The past
I remember it all,
Too well
As if it just occurred.
I remember,
what shouldn’t have been.
Innocence lost
But worst of all I remember is
How he smelled — —
Old Spice and peanut butter breath.
I despise Old Spice,
and tolerate peanut butter.
Posted in: Poetry
tricia
May 6, 2007
I know what you mean about the whole “remembering” part of your mind… It can be really painful, but remember also that God doesnt let us remember things until he knows we are absolutly ready to deal with them and he will be there for us all the way… And rememer I will be there for you anytime all the time… Love you Miss you.. ME 🙂