Deep Poetry for Friday, April 22, 2011

Memories are precious. They allow us to function every day. We rely on them to keep us up to date. We share them with many others. We embrace them - trying to hold on forever. But then, they become fragile like all else, and begin to fail, leaving us vulnerable in these human shells. But they are fun while they last. Cheers to 'memories'! May they long live. Sign in to see full entry.

you say 'i love you' there's no doubt, yet for me you never care about. you avow to be mine, yet for me you never have time. you say i rule your mind, yet you are always busy, i find. i believe in love and in you, yet i have fears though few. you say you will turn my wishes true, yet you never give me chance to gab with you. next time' i will be there'you say, yet you never turn up on time till day. i know you will never keep your words, yet i believe you even if it hurts. Sign in to see full entry.