The Lost.

A piece of my mind.

I don't really think that someone leaving hurts. 

I think it's more about you being afraid that you'll be replaced. 

Or that they'll forget about you. 

Some animals are afraid to love..

I wonder why.

If it's the part of being left, or forgotten..

Maybe even losing them.

But what would love be without loss?

What would anything be without loss? 

In order to get to the good days, 

you're going to have to go through bad ones.

Some days will be more difficult than others.

But even then, on the good days, 

i don't think you forget the lost.

Author's Note

I'm not really sure if my pieces are poetry.. But its worth a try.

Reviews

[Gracie G]

In regards to your note, poetry is what you make it! You've got a message, you've got stanzas, of course it's poetry. I like the view you take on this topic though. Also, in the second stanza it's losing not loosing. Good poem though, you do a good job of getting the feeling across.