So yes, here we have it: *drum roll*? No. I do not believe these poems are good enough for that! Enjoy though. First up, 'Memories'. A fitting title yes?
Memories:
As the wind blows by,
I feel the memories flying away,
Time grasps them while I stubbornly hold on,
Remembering the good times.
It hurts,
As I flick through the pictures in my mind,
The priceless images bring tears,
As I remember.
Knowing it will come back helps,
But only a little,
Now time plays its cruel joke,
And slows down.
I abide my time,
Strolling back and forth,
I keep wishing my memories will turn into reality,
But they just drip away like sand.
I feel the memories flying away,
Time grasps them while I stubbornly hold on,
Remembering the good times.
It hurts,
As I flick through the pictures in my mind,
The priceless images bring tears,
As I remember.
Knowing it will come back helps,
But only a little,
Now time plays its cruel joke,
And slows down.
I abide my time,
Strolling back and forth,
I keep wishing my memories will turn into reality,
But they just drip away like sand.

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