It’s All Coming Back To Me Poem by Alfred Ramos

Things are a little fuzzy
The room is spinning round
It’s all coming back to me
Hell is where I’m bound
I didn’t have the strength to tell you
I was falling flat on my face
It’s all coming back to me
I now live in the darkest place
But, hey, we have some good times
And everybody seemed to know
We were meant for each other
What we had, was not just for show
I chose the wrong path for my life
I stumbled and fell too many times
And it’s all coming back to me
Guilty as charged for all of my crimes
There are many reasons for my fall
And logic need not apply
It’s all coming back to me
It started with hello and it’s ending with goodbye
But, hey, we had a lot of laughs
But mostly we had bitter tears
I just couldn’t control my urges
I guess I overwhelmed your darkest fears