• Memories…

    I sit here alone, in this vacant house,
    With no other creature, not even a mouse,
    My small little heart,
    Has been torn apart.
    The grand father clock,
    It mocks me so with its tick and tock,
    As the days grow longer,
    And the sun’s burn is even stronger.
    I hide away,
    From the bright light of day,
    And the memories of child’s play.
    For memories bring on pain,
    The pain of wanting what you had in the past,
    And I know I can never reach it, my will shall never last.
    No matter how long I cry,
    No matter how much I try,
    I can never make those memories die.