Memories

by claerwen   Jan 18, 2007


The feeling of being loved again,
plays over and over in my mind.
the feeling of starting over,
plays a little game with time.
thoughts of us flood back sometimes,
memories of us twine in with the vines.
to make a lovely bed of roses
but memories are like thorns that come back to haunt us.

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  • 17 years ago

    by linderrrxo

    I really liked this poem keep it up love always linda if can could you comment me back thank you *5/5*