so much to be reminded of happy times. when I was creative and the possiblities of the world seemed endless.
when my being was melted by the lights into the dark stage floor.
why does it hurt.
I'm afraid to know the answer.
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3/10:
When you remember things
I cant even begin to recall
but I'm there in that memory with you
one of your favorites
its then one of mine too
do you know what thats like?
to be there in your memory
that you keep me there
with a rose colored haze around us
and sparkles in each of our eyes
thank God for you and your memories
and for sharing them with me
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Why Does It Hurt
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