Oh when memory speaks
It reminds me of you
It wants me to open up my doors
And let it in.
It breaks down walls I once thought were impassable.
It wants to be acknowledged,
So I ask it why,
It replies with lies.
Oh when memory speaks
It opens up this dam I never new existed
The waters come streaming though
They remind me of you -
So I ask it to let me be
Go away
And let me ignore
That past
That was once so fulfilling
But now...
All I see are fragments of broken glass
That remind me of you
Oh when memory speaks
I sit down in silence
Wrap my blanket around me
And -
I cannot do it.
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When Memory Speaks
PoetryThis is the first work I am submitting - I hope you enjoy it (it is no way near complete and still requires a lot of work). For now it's jumbled and it's as the title says... When Memory Speaks. Snippets from a rendered life that are never continuou...
