To those
long forgotten dreams.
I let you go, Left to fade
under the strawberry rain,
to become fiction
where I lay.
Letting the sweetness
take any bitter taste away.
To those wavy daydreams
that seeped into the air.
You became the raindrops on my page,
the teardrops of my heart.
Every moment fills
a piece of my journal.
A testimonial,
of where my
journey started
and where it fell.
To those fleeting figments of fantasy
that once enticed me,
that kept me tied
to their golden sunsets.
You became the ink that stained
the corners of the paper castles,
like the tears that dripped
from the corners of my eyes,
and those dragons with fires that rage,
you lit within me a passion
to burn my heart onto the page.
Regret doesn't sit so well
on this old tongue.
For the story to turn right
sometimes takes
things to seemingly go wrong.
Obstacles make
the chapters sizzle.
We need adversary
to create the necessary fizzle.
To rise you must first fall.
My past made me.
Every stumble has been
a wake-up call.
Forget looking
back in hurt at the lost smiles.
Look back instead
at the moments
that made it all worthwhile.
Thanks for reading
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