The Tide Of Memories Poem by Max Soon

The Tide of Memories


Dreams are like fragile glass,
Just a glance, never lasts,
Repeating the sorrows of the past,
Crying over memories that has rust.

Looking up the distant sky,
Are they the same from when i asked why?
I waited, but got no real reply,
And you left, leaving only lies.

Remember the days when we laughed and cried?
Together on the same road we walked and flied,
I saw the sky, and thought it was gonna be wide,
But those days disappeared together with the tide.

I've given up, after so many tries,
From my slumber, i need to rise,
But those memories I will not part,
The rondo will still play, silently in my heart.