The past is something you leave behind,
Although it led you here,
To become mine.
I'm glad you came along the way.
It may have been soon
but that's just fate.
But now I question if you are ready,
because if you aren't,
things could turn deadly.
It seems as if you can't let go
Of the pain you suffered.
Believe me, I know.
It's hard to get over the memories you had.
You bring them up
& it gets me mad.
I guess you forget I have a past too
But I left them behind.
Once I met *You