Poetry

MIRROR OF MEMORIES

By 16th January 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

Looking at me
through the mirror of memories
my eyes are open wide
waiting for something to fall by my side
a fresh start
or another chance
to open my heart.

Looking at me
through the mirror of memories
i little faded i’m sure
just like my friends who never come round anymore
but life has a funny way of making you see
that this life is short
and you don’t need to be
so down with your loose ends
so down with the in’s and out’s
so down with yourself.

Looking at me
through the mirror of memories
wondering all the time
if the rain will fall forever
outside my life
there is a moment i crave
a soul to save
a love so brave
so brave that it’s hard to let go
the very thought keeps me alive
it keeps me going

Looking at me
through the mirror of memories
i little faded i’m sure
just like my friends who never come round anymore
but life has a funny way of making you see
that this life is short
and you don’t need to be
so down with your loose ends
so down with the in’s and out’s
so down with yourself

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