These memories, sweet yet bitter
sad yet full of joy
My past, or my future i cannot tell
it is blurred
these memories, i drown in them
they are a cry for help
they are before or now
i cannot tell
these memories, force me to swim
to breathe to live
they are timeless
they are life
they are endless, neverending
be that good or bad
or in between
they are mine
Dedicated to a friend
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Poems
PoesíaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
