Living In The Past by Faoiltiarna-Wolf, literature
Literature
Living In The Past
It still seems so real to me.
All I have to do is close my eyes.
And I can hear your laugh,
the soft words you
used only with me.
The little growl in your voice.
Our song plays behind me,
reminding me of brighter days,
bringing the past back to life.
The joy I felt,
when you said you loved me.
Stolen moments, all alone,
everyone looking for us.
They tried so hard,
wanting to barge in,
jealous of what we had.
Your arms around me,
lips on mine.
The magic I felt with each touch.
Now, with my eyes closed,
I can still hear you,
I can still feel you,
I can still smell you.
Even though,
I know the truth.
You
The past is always there
It can never go away,
You can not change it,
Only lose another day.
So what is the point
To fight the past,
When the life you live
Can leave so fast.
Your pain, your love, and your woe,
Make up the powerful, ever present foe.
Love your enemies as you love your friends,
So love your past for soon yours ends.
For today is the past of tomorrow.