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Where the memories went
Contributed by
FireStarter
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Tuesday, 5th January 2016 @ 11:17:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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You made me feel alive,
then you lied
made me feel like I wanted to die
You made me cry so damn loud,
then you sighed
you had to say goodbye?
I gave you that second chance
then I lost my stance
you packed up all your shirts and pants
I gave you all my love
is that what dreams are made of
I then looked to god above
Where will all my memories go,
memories of you,
down the drain I suppose
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Re: Where the memories went
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 6th January 2016 @ 12:02:36 AM AEST
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love is sometimes made unworthy by those who are insincere,
put some memories on a shelf and save for writing inspiration for
a later date.....
hugs n/'/ love nessa |
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Re: Where the memories went
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 6th January 2016 @ 12:03:54 AM AEST
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| oh hey! i forgot to say how much i really loved this! |
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Re: Where the memories went
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 6th January 2016 @ 12:24:04 PM AEST
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We must hang out with the same people :)
Jokes aside a very nice poem. Well done and a joy to read!
James |
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Re: Where the memories went
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by softerware on
Thursday, 7th January 2016 @ 06:31:46 PM AEST
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Confirms an old theory of mine: my garbage disposal eats better than I do!
What a shame that we have to throw memories away. Your poem begs us to save the experience; and makes us consider what can be salvaged from such an encounter.
Knowing what didn/'/t work is not enough. If we keep wanting what we wanted, we will keep getting what we got!--This poem calls for changing our values, raising our standards, and trying the unfamiliar on for size--lest we repeat the same recipe with the same results! Hooray for the drain; an invitation to start with new ingredients, and find what we have never known!
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