I live for the day
when I will remember
to forget,
when the sins
of my past
do not echo every step,
when love for myself
will eradicate
the hate,
and I will accept
that some things
are never too late(to wait for)
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PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞never too late
I live for the day
when I will remember
to forget,
when the sins
of my past
do not echo every step,
when love for myself
will eradicate
the hate,
and I will accept
that some things
are never too late(to wait for)