You are but a memory to my dear heart
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
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Always worrying about others and not yourself
you miss the qualities you lack so you put us down.
The bitter words sting as you pour the salt on the wound
not caring that you are hurting others in the process.
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Such cruelty is faced day by day
and though I face it, it is taken gracefully.
Though you push me and spit in my face,
I simply just go onward, day by day.
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Is it safe to say that what we once know is no longer fact?
That the belief itself is abolished by one simple phrase?
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Alone, she sits in the dark
with her heart in her hands
as the tear drops cleanse the wounds.
She cries.
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Day in and day out
I work hard to keep you happy
and off my aching back for once
and yet.....
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Sometimes things don't go as well as planned
and they don't uphold to your time's demand
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Some things just can't, no..shouldn't be said
yet it's said, so what now?
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Her smile is bright,
her eyes tell a story
of a once beautiful life.
Once, long ago,
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Hold on fast to what's now.
Don't let it slip through your fingers
but keep a steady grasp on the line
because today's fish is strong
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Your highness! I'm sorry!
I'm pathetic for forgetting my place
in your society and in your mind
that I work hard to save your behind!
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A look of longing
a cry for attention
a stare of hope.
She wants him to see,
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If the sun went down
and life turned grey,
I'd survive on your love.
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I'm so lost in this desolate land
I wander aimlessly to find a place
Frantically I search and search, but nothing.
I stumble over the twigs and trip in the sand
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I'm a dreamer and you can ask my friends,
because, for me, my adventure never ends.
Some end up as deja vu,
while some become a dream come true.
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I'm an Army brat so I've moved everywhere (just about) .Born in Stony Brook New York and I now reside in Upstate New York and I am a senior in high school (yay!) Passions: Poetry, music, books, plays, dance, crafts, violin, tennis, movies, writing, animals, learning.)
Memory Of You
You are but a memory to my dear heart
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
My heart yearns for you, but you're not there,
only your memory is, and that hurts even more.
The tears are all too real and they follow the pain
my heart feels when it misses you so.
Memory upon memory floods the gates
and soon I begin to drown in them.
Each better than the last but all so sweet and real.
The memory is real but its fading too fast
its uncontrolable, and its evaporating
like dew drops in the sun.
I try to gather them up quickly, place them in a jar, but
the time is quicker than I, and it speeds up the sun's steal.
O I wish you could be here and not just your memory
because you are by far better than the thought of the past.
As each sunset brings forth a new day,
I think about the memory, and the pain it brings
is too immense but the tears are even bigger.
You are but a memory that is quickly fading
and only you can fix that my dear.
Though my heart hurts so much from the pain
only you can save me.
Like each sunset brings forth a new time,
this sunset will bring you to me.
And love back into the mourning heart