Again and again the same pictures slid by
The wind whispers past makeing her hair fly
Old memories never seem to die
Secrets of when she used to cry
Soaring high her mind reaches to the distant land
She dreams of when he held her hand
But now she walks alone in empty waste land
Wondering if her world will ever be filled by more than just sand
Sweet songs of the past engulf her
Days go by bring a deathly lure
The pain of the past turns her life into a blur
She wonders how she will ever endure
Her thoughts are broken into by someone speaking
Gentle eyes look at hers softly seeking
He gently lays his hand in her keeping
She lays her head on his shoulder weeping
Memories are painful or sweet
But they will tear you down till your nearly beat
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Its not finished but its goin somewhere...
Written September 22nd, 2005
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This is a really great work. Even though its not finished, it encompasses the right materials to be a wonderful piece. My lit teacher talked to us about how "we can never regain the past", that when we come into a situation where we are confronted with past decisions we made in important turning points in life, we begin to imagine of the road we didn’t take, and what life could of been. The hardest thing to do is come to terms with the "ghost" that hunts us from our choices. We remind are selves though that we are whole and they are just translucent and empty, the experiences we made in the path we have chosen are what have helped us become who we are, and for you that is a wonderful person. You know, I thought it funny how we can never regain our past, but we can make the same mistakes as the last generation. Haha in short I like the piece, take care and honest prayer -- Andy
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