The time I started to pen in past tense,
It was the saddest time of all,
Everything that ever happened,
All trapped and coiled in the past,
I can scribble them down,
Recall them in so many ways,
So many means,
But they remain as that,
Written,
Spoken,
Remembered,
In past tense.
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
