OK, i can't believe I'm posting this, but I am. *takes deep breath* OK, so I've been getting more & more into poetry lately. We've all read Jax Nova's awesome poems (which, believe me, this is not NEAR as good.
) & they've inspired me to write. Well, I've tried writing poetry before, & it didn't work out so good. I'm open for criticism, help, spelling/grammar errors, w/e to help me.... So erm, ya......here we go.... 
The Past
A poem by: pip&leggyluvr
The past.
It’s already happened.
It’s already gone.
It’s lost.
And yet,
on it we still dwell.
Wondering,
had we changed it,
what would have happened?
Wishing,
if we could change it,
would it matter?
And in doing so,
Losing,
the time that is now.
Not looking forwards,
but always back.
The past.
It’s already happened.
It’s already gone.
It’s lost.
And yet,
on it we still dwell.
Remembering,
the happy times,
the times that were good.
Wishing,
to go back,
and visit those times again.
And in doing so,
Saddening,
the time that is now.
Making it seem
so much worse,
than perhaps it really is.
The past.
It’s already happened.
It’s already gone.
It’s lost.
And yet,
on it we still dwell.
Missing
the present,
and the future.
The past.
Memories of something
that once existed
but no longer does.
The past
confuses
and consumes
Many.
Does it you?
