Memories

something to hold whenever I visit its frame. emotions snap-shot a moment that my physical world whenever, would ever?, could never change. something's more vital to save then broken hearts when time are the hands that heals all wounds. all I can show was all that I know ,working with the tools that life has chosen for me to use. I hang a picture frame of each inspiring face on the walls of my thoughts . "memories" the only glue I choose to use whenever putting back together the pieces of a broken heart. I dance with a feeling of mother& son , a high school prom , a bridal arrangement with god as my witness ,uniting two hearts together to breathe as one. my memories will never change faces ,moods ,or pretend to be something their not. my memories .... an internal reminder when actions don't add up to the words some people forgot.