Memories
This is my memory. My memory of you,
All the things you helped me do.
I had no clue, you’d guide me through,
The moments of weakness - the struggles I knew.
The person I saw isn’t the person I see,
And that’s down to you, for focussing on me.
Who knew that I would, take you for granted,
I’d use the positive seeds that you politely planted.
Inside me, for me, to see my potential,
To grow beautifully on a deeper level.
I’m still a good person, despite all my vices,
But without you my seeds go into crises,
They can’t be watered, you were my gardener,
Ensuring those seeds would 'love her and love her’
I’m on my own, I must adapt,
I’ve finally accepted there’s no turning back.
(2015)
For you, mio amante
