Memories crystal clear in my mind I see them there all the time Day and night, they always there I pretend I’m okay, I pretend I don’t care But my eyes are sore, and my body weak When I see you, I tremble. When I see you, I don’t speak I am sorry say this is true But sometimes I wish I had never met you
megan, i know who this is about...i wish you could just tell me about it......i just want to know.......i don't want you to be so sad all the time :(, but i love this poem, :)
ah memories can burn! they stay throughout and are always reminders or scars to something! but some are good - have to take the good with the bad I guess!! confessionalist poetry here!! nice!
My name is Megan and I have been writing poems since 4th grade and stories since 6th. I'm very, very young, as I've noticed from the ages of my fellow writers on this site. Yes, I am only 13, but writ.. more..