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The power of memories is strong.
The times spent were given gifts of joy.
To look back on them and cry seems wrong,
But things always fall apart like a cheap toy.
The memories of a lost, dear friend,
Where the faces were all so sweet,
Now come to mind as at an end.
Those faces now lost in an eternal sleep.
Pain sprouts from what was so dear.
The memories bring tears to the eyes.
From knowing they are gone and no longer near,
It’s no wonder everyone in the world cries.
But is this the end of our friends, our family members?
I suppose not, at least not as long as one person remembers.
- Title: Power of Memories
- Artist: alteghost
- Description: This is something I wrote after my cat died...I loved that cat...oh and for a couple friends from my high school who also died semi-recently. It's in the form of a sonnet more or less. Also, my first time submitting anything like this. Be gentle...
- Date: 04/06/2009
- Tags: power memories
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Roxas the Calm Chaos - 08/30/2010
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This is an amazing poem
Its made great by the way your writing from the heart
Keep it up 5/5 - Report As Spam