People say they remember time,
Time when it was young and free,
Could run amongst the tall stalks in the wind,
And leave everything to let it be.
Time remembers when people thought,
The sun romanticized the earth,
Just like when I knew you were,
Better if you had not.
It's always matter what they say,
But why when they are all that hurts,
Loving is to accept pain,
I've welcomed mine when I never had a gain.
Doth the Earth remember,
What it felt like to be safe,
In the hands of someone you have met,
Whom you slowly begin to crave.
Could eyes tell a poem worth the music,
The melody to which knells satiate hurt,
Had her heartbeat missed a beat,
Surely the song wouldn't remain the same,
The mind's innate passion to displeasure,
Always seems to carve,
A story of disfigure,
And a life of curves and bends.
We think the same philosophy,
But how much of that philosophy each of us thinks,
Is a philosophy remained to be thought.
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What I Remember
PoetryThis 25 part poem book is a collection of poems that reflect bits of my past present and future. They're quite ambiguous in their meaning, it'll be hard to understand what I'm trying to say, and how it relates to me. Just enjoy :)
