Stains of the Past
Tried not to look back
For the past is already in the past
But the past left a stain
Which I cannot conceal nor erase
A stain of blue and red
From the pains I’ve been through
Blue for the lonely road I took
And red for the sorrow that tormented me
This stain will dwell forever
And forever, it will be a hassle
Let it stay though
To remind me that I am a survivor!
Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2014
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