The precious memorys'.
#2 of love
wrote in a hurry had to get to school not in my best motivational state but i will fix it latter on or i already did or in the process.
The precious memories i have are above advance
hang them with my love like I'm in a club dance,
Then frame them in the hallways of my ascending heart.
The fond remembrance
Of the joys that once were in the past
Will overcome the tears that want to stream fast.
Little thought was given
As the years went quickly.
We took good times for granted,
that is true for the well gifted.
Perhaps, it's for the best,
Enjoying simple pleasures,
In retrospect, that was all a mess.
There was no use to ask the future
To give away its secrets.
No blueprints for what would lie ahead.
It is the choices that we made
the choices that are gray and colored clad,
Experiences, both good and bad,
That down life's path, all are led to cold inducing wrath.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder
If there were things I should have changed,
I'm a little hurt that even now I might be fazed.
Has it all been taken from me?
No, time has shown a tender mercy
For I still have my precious memory.