86. Memories

by Toni Lawrence   Sep 29, 2010


Meadow of sweet colorful flowers all around us.
Embracing our love for each other in our arms all night.
Memories is all that they have become to me now.
Over time some have faded but others will be strong enough to remain.
Remembering what I can of the good but trying to let go of the bad.
I know that if it was mean to be then they wouldn’t be just memories.
Escaping from the world only to try to relive the days that made me happy,
So happy but yet at the very same time I relive the nightmares I try to forget.

Toni Marie Lawrence 11-11-09

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