memories
You have to take care not to lose important time on the clock.
Memories will fade into the back round, moving father and father away.
I still remember the sent of your hair, so lovely like a rose.
The wind whining past us as we enjoy a chocolate shake, your favorite
The first time we kissed, your lips like soft cushions, cool and dry.
When I watch you now I don't see that person, all i see is an empty sell.
Because you can't remember.
Why can't we go back to though's memories? And relive them.
THE END
All of the poems I write don't come experience I just think of them.
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