It Started Well Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i feel like there's so much to write
but nothing that i can just say
and maybe thats what it is.
and what it'll always be.

i've been like a horse this whole time
with the blinders blocking my sight
trotting along on the path
that was formed by the mistakes of my life

my writings the only savior i have
well that, and old memories i'm sure.
lyrics are somewhat what saves me
but i'd speak them to walk out the door

and yes. this will be short
because memories are just that, you see?
and shortness is all you have
to keep on remembering me