Beautiful memories are the fading sun
A sky full of stars
The moon shining in your room in the silence of the night
The clouds drifting in the wind as you lay on that green patch of grass
The wind blowing through your hair as you walk on the beach with the golden sand brushing against your feet
The person holding your hand who keeps you comfort reminding you that you're not alone
They don't have to be there with you but you can still feel them by your side
That's beautiful memories... that's what I live for
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
