Treasure Island

Hayley Foster

(March 5th / Akron Ohio)

Faded Memories


Faded memories are the worst
Never knowing what they hurt
Memories that were once so clear
Fade away year by year
Just like friends they fade too
And brand new scars that speak the truth
Love that’s meant to last
It comes and fades by the days
Faded memories are the worst
Never knowing what they hurt
Dreams so bright so blue so true
Slowly tends to fade away
Those faded memories we soon forget
And there will be more soon to come
Faded memories day by day
Faded memories never stay
Faded memories are gone and gray
And
Faded Memories are the worst
Because we never know what they hurt

Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010

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