MEMORIES OF THE PAST
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Memories of the past,
Running through my head,
And all that I am doing,
Is lying on my bed.
The music sweet beside me,
So tender are the words,
This really isn?t for me,
This ain?t what I deserve.
I used to be a nice sweet guy,
Or so, that?s what I?m told,
Until that day of broken dreams,
Now I go out, just get stoned.
I hope you do like poetry,
Even ones that do not rhyme,
For I have to stop the rhyme and slang,
To write the story line.
This was sort off a song called ?Memories?,
I really didn?t finish,
I wish I could have done so,
But then again NOT!
Memories, I?m feeling memories,
Memories, I?m feeling memories for you.
I remember the looks in your eyes,
More beautiful than the sea.
And I remember our first kiss,
Oh what a fantasy.
Memories, I?m feeling memories,
Memories, I?m feeling memories for you.
Do you remember our second kiss?
More emotional, than the first.
All I think about, the love inside,
For you, for I, for us.
I could not think no more to write,
As a tear fell from my eye,
It run and fell down from my cheek,
As if it from the sky.
You know those gloomy days and nights,
Where rain and thunder fills the skies,
I used to lay in bed with her,
Just staring at each. Others eyes.
Those happy gloomy days,
Just never fade away,
As unpredictable as the weather,
I just forgot what to say.
So. If gloomy was happy,
What was a sunny day?
If you think about it. Just the same,
Perfect in every way.
Do I end this poem,
Or leave it at a pause?
Is this the end of fantasy?
Could be continued in due course.
By Kevin Hosken