I watch the memories,
They flutter by.
I never thought I could touch them,
That they were sky high.
But as I rocket forwards,
I notice they become clearer.
They are the more real,
They are nearer.
I can see emotions,
Sad, scared, and depressed.
They are are jumbled,
They are all messed.
I try to move them,
I try to organize.
But as I keep moving them,
I feel watching eyes.
They always watch me,
They make me feel bad.
They are always the reason,
The reason for feeling sad.
So I will ignore them,
They will soon die.
For without my feeding,
They can not lie.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
