I remember hearing the cries of my childhood
The smell of freshly shaved sandalwood
The feeling of grains from my muddy hands
Yelling "Fish-Out-of-Water" for those on land
I remember waking mommy and daddy in the middle of night
Being lifted onto the bed, and being held tight
Helping everyone clean and cook
And on Christmas Eve I'd sneak peaks and quick looks
I reminisce in my best memories
Now realizing I miss when life was that way
When it was easy, carefree, and I wasn't lying when I said I was okay
I become nostalgic among certain scents
Reminding me of the people I loved
And asking the heavens above
To treat them with the same love they gave me
Their love, are my best memories
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
