Memories,
the images of life in your mind,
thoughts,
just present day memories,
but what is hidden,
behind those concealing eyes,
is it dark truths,
or even lies,
is it happiness,
love and much more,
or is it the times,
you never think of anymore.
do you cry every night,
and smile every day,
do the memories begin to fade away,
like the morning due on the grass,
is it all to easy to say its gone,
is it all in the past,
memories,
they accumulate too fast.
