Blurry and dis proportioned is my mind, perhaps sleep should cure this epidemic.
Lingering feelings have crept it’s way past the cracks and depths of my soul and found it’s way to ruin any chance of happiness I wish to construe in the present and or the future.
I wish it would have been disposed of properly but I’m afraid it was only diminished for some time.
I do have the answer however.
I must be in love and not worry of the plans it has to demolish the relationship.
I am happy and satisfyingly open to different point of views.
The past is the past and it will not ruin me. Correction us.
It is over from this point on and only happy thoughts like peter pan will run through my mind.
Dancing and moving swiftly passed the corrupt images of nonsense.
A sigh of relief…she has changed!

This poem was written/submitted by Jocelyn Feliciano.