Memoir


No heart as pure as a child
No pain as greater as mine,
Loosing the voice early on the journey,
Only to get it back for screaming through eternity.
All love is lost,
In the memoir of my past.

I remember growing up before I grow old
I remember being tied for acting bold,
I remember dancing on my own tunes
In the midst of my childhood ruins.
The memoir of my life
Too mature to called a child

I remember trying to be someone else,
Sue me for wanting things.
I remember climbing trees,
When I wanted to be freed.
All love is lost in the beginning,
I had started from an ending.

Preety pictures,big smiles
Fragile heart & silent cries
Love for truth & passionate eyes
Facing betrayel, learning sacrifice
What I wouldn't do,
To tell her I miss her too.





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