Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2018
I used to love

Walking down memory lane

Until

My favorite roses

Began to wilt.

Now

The softest petals

Have withered away

Only to scratch me

With their vicious thorns

Whenever I walk by.

Yes, it’s hard to love memory lane

When every rose in your garden

Has found a way

To die.
Change can hurt, even when it's for the better.
Madison
Written by
Madison  F
(F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems