28 jun. 2009

Memoirs

It's a constant thing for me,
Thoughts that just fly by
To be remembered for their existence
But not for their persistence

Tell me pelease, if you can see,
The truth within my words,
Is it for you, as it is for me
Like music from two swords?

I'm crippled, with this burdon
The river flows no more
My memories are seldom
And my brain is just to sore.

by Alexa Honey

2 comentarios:

Sara dijo...

Wow, that was really touching. I love it!

-Sara
the-poet-girl.blogspot.com

McRae dijo...

Thanks!
I loved the quote of "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." -Maya Angelou, it's so true!