Mistake (c. 1997?)
Wildflowers bring back
floral memories
of the mountains
when I was 16
and naive
oblivious to everyone but him
How sweet it was falling
like the morning rain
on the roof
that tingling sensation of love
too often we fall for things we can’t have
too often we need what we don’t get
but leaving is easy
the hardest part
is learning to forget
the smell
the taste
the feel
of love
the look
the sounds
of love
the want
the news
of love
guitars and slow songs
tug at my heart strings
like a movie
it was a dream come true
the bitterness of it all
tastes so sweet
How could I be so naive
to believe in love?
danielle dreger 