A Fading Memory Poem by syrina mccann

The light brush of your lips on mine,
a moment in history so devine.
A strong hand to hold me with,
the word forever on our lips.

My hero, my knight in shining armor,
cut me with a blade for only humor.
You played me bad,
but i couldn't be mad.

A song that once was sung,
the words after really stung.
A promise you made to me,
i guess it was all a fake dream.

Now your nothing at all,
but a memory of a boy for who i wanted to fall.
When i did i hit the ground,
and you were no longer around.

A sad and fading memory,
a memory i still keep.
I cannot be blamed,
it was my hart that couldnt be tamed