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Dreams, They never die But grow cold In the hushed midnight Don't let go Of your heart Keep the color swirls in your head, Your works of art.
Fix and mend Love and tend The pedal begins to move As the memories unfold A movie that plays on and on Wake yourself now It's time to move on Take a look back Can you walk ahead Or must you turn...
#household. I can't feel my eyes anymore,. The numbness,. From icicles grown. under my skin,. Snow, glacier blue-white,. Restlessness frozen in a block,. Cold as stone,. Left to drip,.
Inspired by @misslittleDHP's. 'Doug'. I sometimes get to thinking. Of those I've left behind. I feel the best place for them. Is a recess in my mind. A faded pack of polaroids.
When the sun raises on a brand new day I wonder what is left to really make me stay Then I remember the laughter and cheer The odd drinks of beer The way you would take my hand And lead me through...
Have you ever regretted something so much that it broke your heart. That every part of your being ached for it not to be true.
You hold me close, Say my name, Press your lips upon my head.
Grains of corals And rock adrift, As seasons change In raging waves. Memories flow Tunefully with The gushing stream; Sharp yet agitating, Barely consoling, Rousing the weary soul.
Shooting stars kissed the skyline I remember..... With your hand held in mine I remember..... Our hearts beating as one I remember.....
We remember, in order that we might forget. Reminiscence is a tricky one, that old time companion of loneliness, who sneaks up upon you as nostalgia fills the recesses of the heart again.
my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers. they're meant to exist, so my memories linger. i'll talk about good and touch base with bad. talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
Cleaning one drawer Is such a big task It such a small drawer But I dread it Don't ask It's has old pictures and notes It has a book of my favorite quotes It held some thoughts of the past It even...
I can almost f e e l you thinking of me, That glint in your blue eyes, It's like I can s e e, You are here, with me - But not, Drifting in my sapphire...
As I look back in sorrow. At the days we spent so free. I see us dancing. With no pain or misery. As the days go slowly on. I start to fall apart. The years stain my face.
That first time The taste upon my lips Our first kiss Hidden away Wanting to be found But not wanting them to see That chair in the corner How I fell over it And the laughter on our lips Being...
I can still see you standing there, Summer tangled in your hair, First week of July, first day of my life.
Been down by the river Sunshine reflecting off The water, disturbed By swans, boats, fishers, Sat on a well worn bench Next to the fountains, Smell of chlorine And cut grass and the last Few remnants...
The silver moonlight, It glinted off your hair. Your eyes were unforgettable, The shade of green so rare. Your lips were blood red, The petals of a rose.
Every piece of memory is crucial.
Sometimes it's when we least expect it that we remember. When we smell the earthy smell of rain, or hear the notes of a forgotten song.
Kind of failed doing these, but I assure you when I haven't been posting them I've been reliving them in the places or in my head.
The days pass so quickly, though nights last forever. Our house is so empty, though it is still so full of us. Everything is as it always was, and yet, not as it was.
There's a cove I know not so far from here Its a place I hold in my heart, so dear It was there we met so long ago it seems Where we shared a glass of hope and dreams.
A picture A video A movie All take a moment And freeze or replay it Captured thoughts That can't be read The same feelings Over and over An acting session That won't stop These hold...