The Younger Me

I'm searching for the younger me,
Together we'll survive.
The person that I used to be
Has ruined all my life.

I wish she helped me understand
What's hidden in the lies,
What demon forced her to pretend
And play a lover twice.

I wish she had a chance to know
One story of heartbreak
Is better than quick love on show, 
Her hero was a fake.

I'm writing to the younger me,
The letters may be lost,
But words will find the addressee
One day at any cost.

"Remember, we were seventeen
And you could love despite
The distance, waiting and routine,
And that's your secret might.

You talked to loved ones in your dreams,
You saw a secret sign,
And that was love beyond extremes,
Sincere and pristine.

Embraces on the dirty floor
At late December nights,
One kiss that made you long for more
And blurry city lights...
 
Remember it... what have you done?
You've left it all behind.
I could be you, we could be one,
But I'm a different kind".
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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February 3, 2015 at 9:58 PM
Ria, it is indeed a pleasure to have read this piece it is an awesome write, great reflective imagery flowing throughout each heartfelt line. I thank you for sharing. Many Blessings, Always, Adell
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