stories of my life

All my life  I have been trying to walk on straight lines Because my mama told me from my tot till today, To measure what comes out of my mouth.  Living in the 21st century  & being blunt & honest women, Is entirely indigestion to fogy-prone people. Extra miles and meters of spilled truth from my mouth Could ruin my image of being a decent woman. Being raised in an Orthodox family  They grasp me zillions of time Tattooed me unknowingly, To tie my tongue with the words of decency,  & seal my lips with morality stamps  & hide my opinion in my back pocket  Whether it's right or wrong. Mostly I was advised to Sit back and listen to all the old age buzzes, I was never advised to Lay my opinions out of the box, Unrestricted. Because of this  I never learned when and how  To raise the right question or sentiments   & now I became more like a less talkative girl in this 21st century, Who is longing to be heard Without any judgments  Or without any fears. & now I am

Those beautiful memories were so painful to forget, I was hurting & dying in pain, But the pain couldn't go away, Yet somehow I managed to forget those beautiful moments with you. Memories, time & your face I forget everything about us But when we met some days ago You bring back me down to memory lane. A life without pain,  a life with you, Chasing sunset in the car with you  Genuine kiss followed by silly talks Things we did when we were dating. The day I met you you told me  That's it's your mistake you had done wrong, you're sorry for it,  & you want another shot. But somewhere I with my Tired eyes, hopeful heart, frail bones & stubborn eyes  Told you 'no I am over with that phase'. Still, you read my eyes  Told me what I want  You were so close & Yet so far away. You try to convince me to shield our love & betrayal our lust for others.  you know I still feel for you But somewhere I am afraid of the same thing that happene