Love is never simple, by no means an easy feat.
At certain times, impossible.
Perhaps, the worst is where there’s no beginning
And yet does not end.
Only memories remain, reminisced.
And that alone brings forth sadness,
To the heart and mind.
A point in time, long past.
But not forgotten.
I'm feeling low today, so I decided to just write. It's been some time since I was able to write a poem. It's just that, for me, the times when I'm feeling down are the times I feel poetic. I'm never good in poetry when I'm happy. I guess it became a habit for me to write down things when I'm lonesome, things I can never put in simple words or express smoothly. Anyway...