Our Story Told


When did we become this?
When did it change?
When did “I love you”
Start feeling so strange?
When did “I’m sorry”
Just turn into words?
When did the feelings
Just turn into hurt?

How did this happen?
I ask myself “Why?”
I think back to good times
But they all make me cry.
I look at our child.
The life that we bore.
And I fall apart knowing
It’s not like before.

When did we fumble?
When did we fall?
The foundation we built
Was no foundation at all.
When did our heart’s become
Hardened and cold?
When did my nightmare
Become our story told?

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Stacie Pringle

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I have been writing poetry since I was 9 years old. I have had two of my poems published in print, one of which was my very first poem.
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