You may refuse,
but this is the truth.
i was a dream,
that you dreamt.
i am a memory,
which you want to forget.
yes, times 've changed,
and my definition too,
may i tell,
or you'll do? ?
i'm now, a piece of memory,
crashed out of your broken dreams,
pricking your eyes,
which now showers streams...
A super poem nicely rhymed! Enjoyd a memo like muse. Pls coment my latest poem.
A lovely write Jenie Everything in life becomes a memory. keep on writing.
perfectly penned! separation leaves only tearful memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently penned poem dear Jenie, some memories never fade and always makes one's heart heavy. Mostly we pretend as if we don't care but deep down in our hearts we feel the pain...be strong and make new memories....