Remember me.
But only the good times we shared.
The ones where we laughed and smiled and were happy.
Don't remember the bad times.
Don't remember the phone call you got on that dark day.
Especially don't remember the sad days when I couldn't fake it anymore.
Please don't let your mind wander back to my funeral.
Just remember me for who I used to be.
Before the world came crashing down and crushed my will to live.
Remember the good memories we shared.
The secrets we told.
The lessons we learned.
The way we fell in love.
Remember me, but not all of me.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
