They are just memories
Not more than memories
Like a old song
Which no one
no longer hear.
They are just fallen leaves
From the dead tree
Which no longer live.
They are just a nightmare
That left so many fears
In a broken heart.
They are just memories
not more than memories
You and me -
White Pages In a Autumn.
We were just two dates
In some dark street
Hearts burning in love.
Dreaming eternity -
Where we can live
Our love.
The rain and the storm
Came after us
Left us on the ground
(Tryin' to find ourselves) .
Love isn't always a dream
That's what it taught us
Sometimes, it needs to see the reality.
They are just memories
not more than memories
You and me -
White Pages in a Autumn.
What once was and can never quite be again is beautifully expressed in these elegiac lines. Your title is perfect for the content of your poem. Warm wishes, Sandra
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Things that passed can never return quite the same. You've done a good job catching that on paper. You should spell check your work more carefully, there's a couple of grammatical errors. I'm a perfectionist though, so probably it's just me that even noticed them. Overall, very well done, keep writing, Emilie