Jessica LaDuron

(December 15,1993-December 15,1993 / Milwaukee)

NOTHING


nothing good lasts forever
memories fade
relationships stop
it is the bad things that people remmber the most
usually funerals,
and bad birthday parties
are always stuck on your mind
it seems like you can never get away from them
they haunt you in your sleep
just waiting for you to wake up
and fall back asleep again
so they can do it once more
our memories,
they do not care
there are few
when you live in teh world
filled with hate
most people can get along
without these prcious things
for you see
memories are what keep us together
and some poeple do not realize
what they are doing
when they take the road
that so many people have taken
you have to take the road
that many people have dared not go
in fear that
they will have to carry around their memories
in a bottle around their necks
when in fact all you have to do is put them in a bottle
seal it up
and keep it somewhere safe,
for you never know,
when you are going to need those memories
becasue
after a while
your life starts to fade
and you lose all your momentum
and fade to black

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2008
Edited: Monday, September 29, 2008
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