And I cried all the way home,
Tears streaming down my face.
The road a blur as it passed on by,
With memories I can't outrace.
As much as I try, they just won't leave,
They cut deeper than a knife.
Just as they fade (the dreams) they come,
And breathe into them new life.
It's been too long for them to live,
Why won't they go away?
Why do they torture my heart and mind?
When will they fade into yesterday?
TLA 2/18/16-6/5/16
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Showing posts with label #memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #memories. Show all posts
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Forget (2/14/16)
If time was kind, it would let me forget.
It would leave me alone with no regret,
Memories erased, like we never met,
All new thoughts I know nothing about yet.
And you would have never asked me to go,
From the top of the stairs looking below,
Watching me walk away those years ago,
It would be easier to never know.
But forget it all, I just cannot do.
Our dance, your laugh, and just you being you.
All the times that you called, I can't undo,
After all these years it still feels so new.
Oh, time be so kind and just let it fade,
And think no more about being betrayed,
By memories that have never obeyed,
The memories that should never have stayed.
TLA 2/14/16
It would leave me alone with no regret,
Memories erased, like we never met,
All new thoughts I know nothing about yet.
And you would have never asked me to go,
From the top of the stairs looking below,
Watching me walk away those years ago,
It would be easier to never know.
But forget it all, I just cannot do.
Our dance, your laugh, and just you being you.
All the times that you called, I can't undo,
After all these years it still feels so new.
Oh, time be so kind and just let it fade,
And think no more about being betrayed,
By memories that have never obeyed,
The memories that should never have stayed.
TLA 2/14/16
Monday, May 25, 2015
Homecoming 5/25/15
It was a cold night so long ago,
I walked through the crowds on the street,
The cold didn't matter, the wind could blow,
Nothing could make me retreat.
I stood there; I watched; I waited,
'Til the sound of the sirens blared,
Down the road they came, celebrated,
"We're home," the sirens declared.
Then came the flashes to lighten the night,
Then came the red, white and blue,
There was never a more beautiful sight,
Than when the buses first came into view.
The first of the soldiers were finally here,
We clapped and waved and we cried,
Every bus, every soldier received our good cheer,
Our hearts filled with love and with pride.
Walking home in the dark, it was then that I knew,
That soon it would be my turn,
To watch the buses come into view,
Signaling my soldier's return.
TLA 5/25/15
I walked through the crowds on the street,
The cold didn't matter, the wind could blow,
Nothing could make me retreat.
I stood there; I watched; I waited,
'Til the sound of the sirens blared,
Down the road they came, celebrated,
"We're home," the sirens declared.
Then came the flashes to lighten the night,
Then came the red, white and blue,
There was never a more beautiful sight,
Than when the buses first came into view.
The first of the soldiers were finally here,
We clapped and waved and we cried,
Every bus, every soldier received our good cheer,
Our hearts filled with love and with pride.
Walking home in the dark, it was then that I knew,
That soon it would be my turn,
To watch the buses come into view,
Signaling my soldier's return.
TLA 5/25/15
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