Memories are wonderful
memories are terrible
memories are beautiful
and memories are horrible
the memories stalk my dreams
you don't know how fake they make my love seem
they make me want more
they seem to make up my core
memories are just that, they're memories
but what do they symbolize?
are they longings?
are they visions?
are they hopes and dreams?
or are they pleas and hopeless wishes?
maybe we'll never know
or maybe they are different for everyone
Can a memory say no?
Can a memory stalk you with a gun?
Do you always keep them?
Or do they fade in time?
Should they be treasured like a gem?
Can memories live within a rhyme?
Right now i don't know
Maybe someday I'll find the answers
I do know something
Your memory hunts me at night
Your memory gives my heart light
Your memory is slowly tearing me down
I think its killing me
