My past is filled with slats-
Splintered points of life
That let in the darkness.
I’ve tried so hard to fill in
The gaps of the past,
But there are gaping holes.
I don’t deserve happiness
If I hold onto what’s past
And disregard the future.
I know you forgot me and my poems...but its me loving your poems still and really you are a good loving poetess and this is also one of your goosd poems.. i read almost your all poems..this is love to your poems...so you becoae proud and never look at my poor poems...