Too Many Memories Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

TOO MANY MEMORIES


Started out with none
Now there are too many
Each one has their own meaning.
The discernment stirring in the thoughts leaves one to use reasoning.
The what if’s the could be’s the maybe’s
Who would have thought that these memories would have some kind of change in the way I see you?
Enhancement of the first impressions leads into a lasting impression of ideal qualities.
Conversations form from mediocre “how are you doing: ” to inspirational “What do you do when”.
I remain in awe as layers of life are played like bedtime stories in my head, rocking me to sleep.
I am reliving your history, building in me the missing pieces to our puzzle.
Too many memories instilled inside, how do I put them order or do I, let them freely fall where they may?
Like lyrics to a melody where recalling the chorus is the only means that vibes in the soul you come along and help recite the songs full version of what I was missing.
Too many memories.
Praying the Pro’s oversee the Con’s so that more of them can be made into prefect remnants that can be intertwined into a stronger cord of stability to love to hold to create smiles.
How many memories will be created in this short time of life we have.
Taking to the grave, a lasting doctrine of us.

JenOfPoetry™ 'Metaphorically Speaking'
©8/5/15