Unwritten Story of the Past
Unwritten Stories of my heartaches
pouring out my soul
pouring out like paint.
Unwritten moments I sure remember
holding back the pain
A past now just a memory;
holding back what I had in my heart
leaving without a trace
then returning as if nothing happened.
What a cynical human being
having the audacity to come back
to relive this heartache.
Holding back the anger
Holding back the rage
hoping for a happy ending
I know will never come to play.
Months turning into years
happy for what took place
for now I know what true happiness is like.
Knowing my worth
Knowing the women I am today
thankful for those failed attempts
thankful for the wrong turns.
Now finding my purpose
now finding the true love I've always wanted
for once a failure is always a lesson;
be grateful and always push through.