My Poems

Passing Memories

When they kissed in front of you.
We all thought it was gross.
But now I don't get to see that anymore.
It's the only thing I wish I could see again.
Passing memories.

The way his prickly beard poked my cheek.
When he kissed my cheek.
As the train passed by.
Reminding me of these times.
Passing memories.

When they both smiled at me.
They were both happy.
But Now they hate each other.
Never happy again.
Passing memories.

I miss the way I could sleep next to them.
To be held by them.
But I have three pigs as brothers.
And now I'll never get the chance.
Passing memories.

The way I felt loved by my parents.
If only I could feel it once more.
For all, I care they could fake it if they can't do that, then why do they bother talking to me.
Passing memories.