If you only knew

To tell you would be difficult
But keeping it all in is a slow suicide
As I sit here with my confused emotions
We reminisce about the past
I have grown close to our memories
And for so long they have been my escape
Sitting round late at night me and my recollections
Around the table memories fly
Dodging tears and issues at hand as they pass
Taken from reality by vivid flashbacks
Back to our summer nights
A time so long gone they may be nothing more then fiction
Just stories I tell myself to take me from reality