Listen dearest to the signal of distress days left me longing to wonder about the situation as l lay in bed with an open eye groaning with broken soul help dearest l call on to you to pull me out of this sorrow help for the reminiscence hurts and enemy too has considered me weak to take the fight but now that you here l feel safe in your arms
He went on and on about his childhood About how he walked miles to school barefoot in snow Oh how we chuckled to his many stories Grandpa spoke about where he and grandma first met He rambled about life And how the news was so important to watch How saving money was mandatory And material things wasn’t I remember the smell of his homemade biscuits baking in the morning Long before the rooster crowed He attended his garden faithfully as if resting was a sin Grandpa’s words were heard miles away Even if he spoke in silence As a child he didn’t have presents for Christmas So he explained that we should be thankful Even if nothing was wrapped with a bow and given as a gift I remember as he sat in his recliner And his gray hair shimmered under the lights And how all of us kids would laugh when he and grandma argued This year will be different Now it’s our time to reminiscence about him He has decided to finally rest Because Grandpa won’t be here this Christmas
Come with me Let's explore And reminiscence Our times When we fall in love every time With each other Under the sheets we build Our castle of love And river of lust Just the perfect view of us Under the moonlight Surrounded by the stars We kiss like no one is there Only you and me And our fragrance of breath
A memory is fading Like a plucked guitar string Life is like music echoing Leaving moments of loving But existence is tough can be distressing Recall is a flashback jogging Of those days we we're fooling Recollection of parties drinking *** & coke £10 to go clubbing A memory is a souvenir Everyday a memory a premiere Show God's cast a simper Smiling is like sunshine in summer Outnumbering grey matter of choler Make the most of every premiere May not be what the heart desire Your smile can lift any soul higher Transforming the human frontier
choler | ˈkɒlə | noun [mass noun] (in medieval science and medicine) one of the four ****** humours, identified with bile and believed to be associated with a peevish or irascible temperament. Also called yellow bile. • archaic anger or irascibility.
Funny how your warm embrace with emanation pierces cold How painted words and reminiscence quickly became old Your approval I once thrived upon, now makes me feel ill This change was never tangible Not one action- not one word Though I fear it's irreversible Our chapter preemptively told
You've seen me.. probably many times But I doubt you'll ever recognize for you've seen many like me. I hope you're still half green- half pastel... like you used to be... You were the journey......... to my ' little destination' in the mornings and to my coaster in the afternoons...
You were the sole spectator to various secret meetings... The anecdotes you see and hear in a single day could make you a best selling author had you been born human...
Every walk I took through you was beautiful... But the ones I cherish are the ones I took in solitude engaging in a conversation with myself.
You are what I call "The Corridor of Memories" and like a beautiful memory itself, You will never be forgotten. You'll stay forever in my heart.