365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Twenty-One

forget it.
the past isn’t important.
to me.
the future is what.
I want to see.
the present is where.
I want to be.
quoting the.
fond memories.
there’s no peace.
in looking behind.
dwelling in sorrows.
and losing my mind.
take me away.
I’ll edit the sad parts.
the pieces of my life.
don’t need to surround us.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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