Thinking Poem by Karen Pedigo

Here I sit all by myself,
Thinking of memories that sit on a shelf.
Knowing I should leave them alone,
But I can't help digging up old bones.

Since I am making a new start,
I should accept the way things are deep in my heart.
Not as I think they should be,
For that could be the death of me.

I will give love another try,
Though there may be times I wish I could fly.
As far as romance,
Why should I give it a chance.

Because of the pain and hurt in the past,
With me love, I mean true love hasn't last.
But friends that's another story,
For their the ones that add to my life glory.