Believing

I never believed a time would come
when roses would lose their scent.
I always believed a space would come
to separate a knave from a gent.
I never believed that time could bring
a silence within your heart.
I always believed that a song to sing
would always do its part
to lift your spirits to the sky
and never have you cry.

All of this believing is too upsetting.
And its only worth is forgetting.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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