Memory

I woke up outside.
I loosed my balance and sighed.

I am nothing.
Wherever I am, I am withering.

The bittersweet taste of this astonishing ride,

Would be just another catastrophic pride.

I went to a garden and saw a rose,
and suddenly remembered;

Roses are delicate,
But it hurts you with it's thorns.
And you still try to get it,
Because it's stunning and reformed.

I was too curious to know,
Where important people go.
They all ran out if my sight.
Including her who she left me in fright.

I looked up to see what beauty the night sky holds.

The stars and the moon was fascinating,
Due to the fact that it was glimmering.

The rays of the moon were lovely and bright.
Until I realized it was a dull copy of the sun's light.

I tried to leave and run,
But then, instead I missed out the fun.

I go back to the scenery where the birds live free.
Going back without the pain and misery.

Then I met somebody who changed my life,
But those words she left hurt more than a knife.

She said she would never leave me, but it wasn't true.
And know wherever I go, I alwats seem blue.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to forget,
I wanted to laugh, but it became a regret.

The pain in my heart
tries to heal itself with agony,
because of a tormenting memory.

It hurts me when I know,
I'll never go back where I will go.

Please take my advice to never look back,
and forget the obstacle track.

-Fyrran