Dear Memory
Dear Memory
I saw a thorn I liked
Yes a thorn , I know right
It's not an ideal thing to look for
It caught my attention
Atleast I know it's that real
It can't get any worse
It's a thorn after all
I stopped admiring flowers
They don't excite me no more
Dear Memory
I'm walking a new path.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
