07-01-2010, 01:33 PM
I always get nervous to share my poems anywhere. I wrote this a year or two ago. It's alright. But a few parts don't really make sense due to a failish vocabulary back then.
Hope you liked it.
Memories live and others die, what is held in is to keep, and what is not is to be left behind to give you the choice of living in the past. What you choose is who you are, and who you have to become. Memories make a subliminal self conscience state of mind and live in your soul to stay with you in each of your lives. Hold dear what you treasure, for it will help you live who and what you want to be, and let go what is no longer of any superior importance, for it will hold you back and drown your sub conscience with unnecessary regret or pain. memories server there purpose as we serve ours. And we live and we die, but our greatness and positive memories
stay with us forever
stay with us forever
Hope you liked it.