Past Follows Me

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    Past Follows Me

     No matter how I try
    No matter how I try to move on
    Someone always has to ruin it
    and bring the past on.
    It makes the wounds of the past
    open and sore
    so when the day that I am happy
    the past opens that door.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    sylvesterd’s Poems (18)

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    The Taking of A Life 0 04/02/2010
    Do you remember the memories of your Life? 0 03/29/2010
    The Feeling of Love 0 01/26/2010
    The Choices that we Make 0 01/26/2010
    Do Not Live Life in Self Pity 0 10/15/2009
    OUTSIDE THE BOX 0 10/15/2009
    Happiness and Love is Not a Given 0 10/15/2009
    My Mother Lied 0 10/15/2009
    Why God 1 10/15/2009
    LOVE 0 09/07/2009
    Everyday I Wake 0 09/07/2009
    Past Follows Me 0 05/31/2009
    Chance Meeting 1 05/27/2009
    Who Am I 0 05/27/2009
    The Dream of Love 0 05/27/2009
    Needs of Love 0 05/27/2009
    The facets of Life 2 10/29/2009
    Anger Fades With the Passage of Time 0 09/07/2009
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