I took up the photo album
Wraped up in dust
Memories of a life I have lived
Too many memories to count
A life well lived
Shelved beautifuly like in a supermarket
I smiled on the first page
A genuine and lively smile
Oooh, it was my first photo
A soft laugh escaped my lips
I was happy
My childhood was filled with happiness
On the next page
I met a teenager, again its a teenage me
I looked rebelious, cunning and caring
Its where my innocence flew away
My bad habits begun
Her being among them
Another photo rolled up
Tears came to see it too
I coulden't stop them
I dont want to stop them
I saw the angel that made me a demon
The one who made sadness my companion
My best allie
And happiness my sacred friend
Too sacred to meet me
A thousand time again
I break down
I break my own heart
Into a million little pieces
I hope you are happy now
Come see the person I have become
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
