Dreams come and Dreams go,
When they are gone they leave behind a memory.
The memory they leave of who you once were of what you once wanted for yourself.
The people you would have went out of your way for.
If only you could go back in time and retrive those memories Do the things you wish you would have done, Touched the lives you wanted to touch.
The longer ago that dream was the more it fades into nothingness, and eventualy part of you is gone. Every dream not fought for every faded memory takes a peice of you that you will never get back.
COMMENTS
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matahariivy
00:55 Aug 28 2008
Peice?
Diosa
00:55 Aug 28 2008
fuck your stupid poem too!! -0