I threw away all of my poems,
from times and circumstances passed and past.
I threw away all of my poems,
for I thought those days could never last.
I threw away all of my poems,
I thought that it was the right thing to do.
Now I keep all of my poems
well written prose and corny clichés alike
Now I keep all of my poems
through them, to inner me
they shine a light.
- cocoaTea.poetry
composed 15.3.24
