Hiding from memories, that's what I do,
Trying so hard to get over you,
Like flashbacks from nightmares, they hit and run,
I know this misery has only begun,
They buzz in my mind like angry bees,
Bringing me down to my knees,
I don't have the strength to get back up,
Of this thing called love, I've had enough,
My heart is too tender to be touched by another,
The flame burning for you, I cannot smother,
I am being haunted by these memories of you,
I run but they chase me, that's what they do,
Like stars that shine bightly then fade away,
I feel my light grow dimmer each day,
And soon I shall vanish just like the dew,
Hiding from memories, trying to get over you,
how we all try to hide yet dont relly succeed, lovely poem so apt for my life just now
Vallerie, I like the concept, hiding from memories is a daunting task. Good write! ! Brian
Dont vanish too soon - I like your poetry! beautiful poem - touched with melancholy. Thanks Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so touched Ms Lobell...Very unique poem in a way that it tends to describe the anti-nostalgic theme with deep seeded melancholy in it......