No matter what I do
I cannot get you out of my head
I move on
And your memory still haunts me
Days can go pass
Years even
And your still here
I cannot let go
I cannot erase you
The agony strikes my chest
My heart breaks over and over again
I keep going on and keep writing and the pain remains the same
I cannot stop the rhythmn of the shame and painful ache you created
Everthing seems to bring you back
I stop and always think back
Why did you make the choices you made
Why was I not good enough for you
Was I the mistake
Did you regret you found me
Why do I think back to you
I wish I could just let you free from my mind
I wish I no longer felt for you
I wish I was numb
I wish the drip of morphine ran through my veins
I could erase you forever
And the memory would no longer ruin my mind that keeps you locked inside forever.
castintg behind the curtain the shroud that blinds the fool
viewing from the audience the use of humanity's greatest tool
the thought of catching eternity answered by the crowds ovation
captured by the memory with no extended notation
but the sights and sounds that time has sold
may just be enough for the mind to hold
to words and actions the thought of forever escapes
residing in our conscience left for the mind to shape
the actions of our lives bestowed to forever cast on often
enshrined in outr memory locked deep in the minds coffin
like the light of the earth the life like the sun has sent
our thoughts are shaped by the atmosphere
created by the hearts content
Today I sat and had a stare...
Closed my eyes to drift in care...
Till I opened a small door on my heart...
And pulled out a memory that's not far apart...
It played out like a movie with no credits ran...
The air you could smell and the breeze as you stand...
Your fingers in mine as a lock would be secure...
To many ups and downs put us here, left with no cure...
So I tuck this memory away till you run through my mind again..
A library of days , missed words and what might have been...
snap a photograph of every memory that comes
post them in a album, compress them all to one
give them wings to fly in the azure sky above
you're just one moment away from falling deeply in love
is this where you want to be, beneath the mountain peaks?
resting in the valley, of hope and heart's belief
forsaking all the others, as you rest your weary head
your boots have found a home, underneath the bed
snap a photograph of every memory that remains
hanging on this wall, all neatly matted and framed
giving your heart wings to fly in the azure sky above
and nesting in this valley, where you planted the seeds of love
The tears that I ‘ve shed have run
a long and winding course. The
hurt amazing, the memory aching,
at times, as if no recourse.
Your memory stayed, an
unwelcome burden laying on me,
like a stone. Too many lonely nights
crying and alone.
My hope tossed, left behind the day
you walked away. Your memory
beautiful but painful, refusing to fade.
I’ ve faded to black, I live in violence and
memory. My fist my outlet to try and blur
a memory.
Pain and blood live with me like a lover. I
await the day, when you are no longer
remembered.
Oh to move on with my life, to simply forget.
I dream of death, to forget all regret.
I love you as if yesterday we had shared a kiss.
I hate my stubborn heart; you I still miss.
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory s, and love remembers
This place that was ours
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