Fading Memories.

by Girl of Conviction   Apr 6, 2012


The memories of you are starting to fade away,
it's time to say goodbye to yesterday.
Looking through my box of pictures, i miss you.
Missing all the fun, crazy things we used to do.
But what good is it to remember if your not here anymore?
I just end up hurt, missing you while crying myself to sleep on the floor.
Reality sucks knowing your never coming back,
i know what you would want for me, and thats to stay on track.
But its hard not having you here by my side,
days like this i just want to curl up and die.
I think i know what i have to do,
let the memories fade, stop missing you.
It's not easy especially when you were my life,
we were so close, i almost became your wife.
I have to move on, i know its for the best,
i have to lay these memories to rest<l3

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  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    Its always sad to move on but you have to do it in order to start a new. Though it might be hard and sad but its necessary in your life. Well written.

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I love the emotion you put in this piece. This is probably my favorite poem of yours. Great write :)

    -X

  • 12 years ago

    by Rihanna

    :( tammi this is sad!

    The one you truly love is no longer by your side knowing that his the only one that keeps you on track.

    i know what you would want for me, and thats to stay on track.
    But its hard not having you here by my side,
    days like this i just want to curl up and die.
    I think i know what i have to do,
    let the memories fade, stop missing you.
    It's not easy especially when you were my life,

    ^^
    Wow what can I say bout this stanza
    You knowing that he whould Want u to stay on track
    But how when he isn't by your side and he was your life...

    This poem had rough emotions and the flow was really good, I loved how it rhymed perfect!

    Great write(:
    100/100

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