So many good memories
Of what seemed never meant to be
A childish monster that was me
And an elven beauty who smelled of sweet berries
A play never meant to show
Words never spoken and faces lay low
Assumptions made and lies lain down
A king of fools with a paper crown
Fond moments so short and precious
Make-believe and foods so scrumptious
All these thoughts that should bring smiles
But all I feel are searing tears all the while
Empty repetition, a failing home
Betrayal by blood, dead seeds sewn
Such sweet memories
Of what was never meant to be