Lucky ones
Sometimes your memory still haunts me,
even after all these years.
The reality of what could have happened,
if I had been anyone but me.
Then I sigh in relief
I'm called one of the lucky ones.
-If only they knew-
And all that is left of you, for me
is not only a really nasty memory
but the realization that
you can't hurt me anymore.
You don't have any power left in my life.
And you never will again.
Since I found my happy.
even after all these years.
The reality of what could have happened,
if I had been anyone but me.
Then I sigh in relief
I'm called one of the lucky ones.
-If only they knew-
And all that is left of you, for me
is not only a really nasty memory
but the realization that
you can't hurt me anymore.
You don't have any power left in my life.
And you never will again.
Since I found my happy.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Aquarel: | Donderdag, oktober 31, 2019 14:12 |
| Herkenbaar. Je laat al die negatieve invloed los, die deze persoon op jouw leven had. Dat lukt beter nu je ook blijdschap kent. Mijn engels is niet heel goed, maar zo heb ik jouw gedicht gelezen. Ik vind het erg mooi. Liefs, Aquarel |
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| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 oktober 2019 | ||
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