The Images That Are Only Memories
The footprints, you left outside my door,
Are forever memories, nothing else no more.
The symbols of us become adult as one,
Are if you were to ask me, are slim to none.
The pure taught, of having a in good spirits day,
Is judgment day are in my terrible nightmares, that will never go away.
My heart feels like, when the rain transform into white snowflakes,
And with that my inner self and soul aches.
The sincerity seems troublesome to explain,
But a story will always give you fame.
As your voyage in the course of life ends,
I say on to you, were do we begin.
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