I Remember
I remember the way we use to be and I remember how much you meant to me
I rember the day you came to me and said that we could never be.
I remember the way i watched you go and the heart achs i couldn't control
The memories I have day after day the ones that don't seem to go away.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Scars | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| I Remember | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| Broken Heart | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| Things to forget | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
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