The past always holds the better days.
Then i tripped on the feeling of being alive.
i mistook you for someone who gave a damn.
The good memories are struggling to survive.
I was on my knees, prayin' for rain.
Didn't know I'd get a storm.
You're the prettiest rose in the garden;
and I'm bleeding from the thorns.
Maybe someplace, far from now
When I don't need to remember anymore,
I'll stop by and pay you a visit
to pick up my heart from your bedroom floor.
While I'm there, I'd also like back
my intensity and my attitude.
And if you're finished, I'd like my soul
and all the emotions you abused.
I remember this poem, from DP maybe?
BUT it is awesome and it impacts me like the first time I read it...
that 6th verse...brilliant.
reads like a song as well...
your emotional imagery in it is superb.
Im glad to get to read it again...
im gonna put it my files this time for future reads.
excellent work here.