Thursday, June 08, 2017

I can live with your memory, you... can't

Memories don't cry, give them a small nest, make them be, our best friends…
Our moments of joy,
Our loves, our dreams,
Our best things.
Our moments of sorrow, for our dears, make our tears, to drive out, our fears.
These are, a very part, of our inside, work of art, that make the odor, help put, our love ashore.
Memories are our friends,
Give them a hand,
Give them a small peace of land.