My life is like an etch-a-sketch
so many memories beneath my surface
that no one ever sees
so many dreams I wish
someone would paint on my face
But only one at a time
for thats all my screen can hold.
They think they have erased
the emotions that have already been drawn
but deep down, they're still there.
Small lines
that represent intricate memories
which were once visable
Memories of past lover and friends
past dreams and worries
memories that are and always will be
etched in my mind
and in my heart.
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