The memories of you in every part of me
Like a ghost looming over me
How could a person easily forget?
the way your hands fit perfectly in mine,
or the way you'd whisper sweet symphonies in my ear
I visit our memories,
a short walk through memory lane
As if revisiting the home I grew up in
like seeing the ghost of Christmas past
All the memories of our past continue to haunt me
But as much as it pains me to remember,
forgetting would even be more painful than death
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Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
