burned memories
stars above cry like harpies
calling me home
you are just a memory now
one i can’t seem to erase from my head
how do you even seem to find me
from six feet below the world
please let me go
i wish i could wipe you away
let you float past me
like ash from my cigarette
but you refuse to leave
and cling like a burr
round this ferris wheel
a life of up and downs
ins and outs
somewhere over the rainbow
is my soul alive and free
maybe it can be returned to me
full of color stolen from you
but you leave me black and white
shades of gray that i can’t see
through the lies and hurt
somehow you got to me
and now i can’t escape
these memories grow stale
dry like the ink in my bic pen
i’ll write them on a paper
and burn it it my sandbox
along with memories of shovel
and sandcastles
the rain will wash it all away
until all that remains
is the picture in my photo album
and a softly whispered goodbye
wonderful…such imagry that some can only begin to understand. you an communicate your feelings very well through words.
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