Memories fade
Or just drift away
Out of reach and end up lost
At what cost?
Searching for things
in the back of your mind
And on the tip of your tounge?
Forgetting to live is pain that is won.
Tricky thoughts
Need not to be bought
What a shame is held in the
'Truth' you sought.
Leave them alone!
Too high is the cost,
Of all the things that once were
Lost.
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
