Memories
By Markuz •
Oh, cold cruel reality
how dare I live in vain?
why do I insist believing in
what only brings me pain?
If per chance I saw the truth
how quickly would I act?
Or do I know the truth
and have I simply turned my back?
How much longer
will I put myself
through all these thoughts;
Pushing back
deceptive images
with which I have fought.
But the thoughts last forever
and the images linger on.
And beyond logic and reasoning
I feel I must hold on.
Through all the pain and suffering
the thoughts always felt true.
I hold on to those thoughts and feelings;
memories of you.