Sunday, 13 May 2007

Memory

We met in the dark,
Of a day that has passed.
And now we've forgotten,
What we thought would last.

Your voice I remember,
And the fire still burns.
To relive once that memory,
My heart, still yearns.

This Time I'll Change

Death comes quickly to his past,
When he decides to change his ways.
But it comes back again at last,
As his mind wanders when he plays.

"A harmless way to pass the time,"
He thinks as he logs in again.
"I can stop anytime I want,
After all, it's just a game."

But as the night, passes to day,
He is exactly where he was.
And as he fails to change his ways,
He's always blind to the cause.

Apple

Take this apple that I've grown,
My love, for you, and you alone.
I picked it from my apple tree,
Which you can always come and see.

Nostalgia

Upon your throne you sit and dream,
Of days gone by, and days that seem,
To last forever in your mind,
But which again, you cannot find.

You reminisce, of days gone past,
That you had always thought would last.
But all they do is hold you back,
Your mind is stuck, on what you lack.

So leave behind the things you've lost,
And take in hand what you love most.
Nostalgia has a hefty price,
And is indeed a vicious vice.