Yesterday seems gone,
Every day passes,
Sun rises and sets,
It rains..it pours,
And on it goes.
Make up reasons,
Say your whys,
Cry your tears,
And hide your eyes,
Reason is gone.
Ever more needs,
Doing it again,
Bring all you have,
Uphill all the way,
Time will not hide
I know too well.
Why not you ask,
Isn't that always it,
Longing for more,
Losing it all,
Never reaching the end.
One more day, you pray,
Today be the day,
Tell me the reason,
Edge closer to the end,
Let the rain in.
Let the rain fall,
You will swim,
Or you will sink,
Under you go, going, gone.
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30 March 2015
16 March 2015
You
I remember your eyes,
I could drown in their depths,
And I would drown happy
And fulfilled.
I remember your smile,
It lights up the whole room,
And sets my soul ablaze,
Consuming me in an eternal flame.
I remember your voice,
The sound captivated me,
Hypnotic and mesmerizing,
Wrapping my heart in bliss.
I remember your laughter,
Full of love and life,
So honest and sincere,
It fills me with joy.
I remember every thing,
Every little detail,
Every little moment,
They are my greatest treasures.
I could drown in their depths,
And I would drown happy
And fulfilled.
I remember your smile,
It lights up the whole room,
And sets my soul ablaze,
Consuming me in an eternal flame.
I remember your voice,
The sound captivated me,
Hypnotic and mesmerizing,
Wrapping my heart in bliss.
I remember your laughter,
Full of love and life,
So honest and sincere,
It fills me with joy.
I remember every thing,
Every little detail,
Every little moment,
They are my greatest treasures.
10 March 2015
She
She was dressed plainly,
Simple cotton peasant frock,
She didn't wish for more,
Satin and lace were not hers.
Smudges of her solitary work
Showed upon brow and cheek,
They seemed almost proper
Even fitting with her smile.
She walked the miles to town,
She sold her wares for tuppence,
They were simple but good,
Complain, her customers never did.
They shared hellos
And even some how are yous,
She remembered their dates,
Their names and their likes.
But her name...hmm,
And her dates....shrugs,
Or her likes....no,
No one could tell.
One day she did not come,
One week she was not there,
One month that was all,
There was no memory at all.
Simple cotton peasant frock,
She didn't wish for more,
Satin and lace were not hers.
Smudges of her solitary work
Showed upon brow and cheek,
They seemed almost proper
Even fitting with her smile.
She walked the miles to town,
She sold her wares for tuppence,
They were simple but good,
Complain, her customers never did.
They shared hellos
And even some how are yous,
She remembered their dates,
Their names and their likes.
But her name...hmm,
And her dates....shrugs,
Or her likes....no,
No one could tell.
One day she did not come,
One week she was not there,
One month that was all,
There was no memory at all.
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