I remember the time
that our love was strong
and we thought of the future
never pausing, never wrong
about the feelings we had
singing our love song

But distance separated
and the past became the foreword
and we met new people
and our lives continued onward
finding ourselves new loves
so we could move forward

We are happy where we are
but sometimes I think
of what could have been
should have been, us on the brink
spending the rest of our lives
together, two hearts in sync

And when I am with the one
who I am going to be with forever
for the rest of eternity, I am strong
but when I was alone I would still favor
the thoughts of us, longing to be
oblivious, just longing to endeavor

It was hard for me to live
with a heart that is torn apart
between the love of your life
and the love of your heart
wishing we could go back
and give our life a restart

I realize that we can never be
but I am not upset, fate has align
I am faithful to the core, tried and true
And this pain her touch can make resign
And while your face is in my dreams
when I wake I kiss the face of my Caroline

There is no subject
no process of mind
to assist my thoughts
in writing this ryme

No direction for the words
for my thoughts are locked
in this curse for writers
the minds writer's block

Maybe this will help
maybe a good sign
this little nonsense poem
will help my next ryme

They don't understand
the feeling I get
when I hear those songs
the memories that come
remembering the rights
and also the wrongs

They take me back
to a time when feelings
ran strong though my soul
and I stop what I am doing
close my eyes and remember
shuddering with chills like it's cold

They don't understand
that for every time
every moment of strife
there was a song that was playing
to remind me later
of those times in my life

So beautiful the sound
of the slap
as its pain insures
the existence of life

So beautiful the sound
of the screams
as its breaths explain
the pains of life

So beautiful the sound
of the cries
as its echos
breathe for a new life

So beautiful the sound
of the sobs
of the new mother
echoing in joy of her newborn's life

I have been told
that the evils of the world
did (not) come from an apple
that we did (not) pick from trees

I have been told
that the evils of our world
does (not) come from money
because money does (not) grow on trees

I have been told
that the evils of the children
can (not) stem from our past
as they can (not) be traced on family trees

I have been told
and I do (not) believe
because I do (not) think I can change
who plants the seeds from the trees

I toss them in
one by one
watching with sorrow
as the flames
catch the corners
of the pictures
in my fireplace
turning its happy orange glow
into a blue and green show

I close my eyes
and remember the days
where those pictures
were taken by me
Days so joyful
and I try not to think
of the sorrow they now bring

Since the day you left
our world of breathing
I have blamed others
for your sudden leaving
and as the pictures burn
I realize that I secretly
blamed me too
and then I know
that as the pictures burn
again I am killing you

I reach into the flame
and try to save the pictures
but the flames hot on my face
and it warmth warns
of the pain it is willing to inflict
I wasn't willing to burn
for you then

but I reach in anyways
because I am willing
to burn for you now
and I pull out one photo
where the edges have caught
but I smile anyway
for the second chance
to save you
even if it is
just a memory