The Past,
Haunts me still
Where I can never
Be used to the feeling
I once felt,
As shades of the past
Linger in my heart,
Bewildering. Tempting.
Me to go into this dream
Where I can never forget
The Love,
We once shared,
Where scents of roses
Filled the air
With melancholy despair,
As screams ring out
This affections drought,
While hoping to relive,
And reminisce
The Memory,
I have in my heart,
Where stories never depart
This perpetual maze
Running through my mind,
Hoping to find
Fragments of her
Living in my soul,
Pleading to recall,
As I try to figure out
The Past.
The Love.
The Memory.
















Comments
--
Ceade mile failte
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
you can understand-W.B. Yeats :icongeekflirt:
--
To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
--
Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
--
Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
--
Ceade mile failte
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
you can understand-W.B. Yeats :icongeekflirt:
--
Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
--
To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
--
Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
--
--George Bernard Shaw
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