Memories in my eyes.

by Elizabeth Hunt   Apr 7, 2012


Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the person you are, the things you never want to be without. The treasured moment that will never leave ones heart. The troubling times one barley made it through. Getting to see A flower flourish right before your eyes. Being apart of an endless circle of love. The feeling your heart will never forget. Seeing a smile that can change one's day, and ones life. Being afraid of the outcome but still jumping in face first. The butterflies that come and go on countless occasions. Feeling your heart skip a beat for the fist time. Feeling for that single moment that everything is absolutely at peace. The constant struggles within
oneself. Not being able to describe the heartache one feels. Being thrown into situations blindfolded. Living through the days for the brighter promise of tomorrow. A yearning for an innocents that has never been there. The friends that one feels are part of them self. Decisions made that one can't help but regret. Ones first feeling of independents. Looking back on times when things were simpler. The times that can steal breath. Moments filled with joyed emotion. Not knowing where others futures lie but hoping for the best. Through the craziest of times finding oneself. Meeting that someone who will always reside in ones heart. Being silent due to fear of the words that could possibly leave one's mouth. Staying true to oneself despite all the obstacles laid in their path. Things working out. Others not. Being lost. Finding oneself. Love that is gained. Love that is forever lost. A time when one was in touch with them self as well as others. These are memories in my eyes....
Memories that will never fade or be erased. Always remembering where I've been so my future will always hold promise.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Barley--Barely
    "Being apart of an
    endless circle of love. The feeling your heart"
    apart--a part
    "Seeing a smile that can
    change one's day, and ones life"
    ones--one's
    "A yearning for an innocents that has never
    been there"
    innocents--innocence

    I personally like the message of this piece, but if you'd just arranged it to stanzas, it'll flow better and will be easier to read and understand.

    -X