It’s always a memory,
A worry or fear,
Its always the small things,
That exaggerate your tears.

It’s always the one that got away,
That makes things clear.
Its always that loved one,
That makes you fear.

It’s always a memory,
That tears you apart,
Its always that thought,
That hurts the heart.

It’s always the special one,
That races through your mind,
It’s always the forbidden one.
That you dream of at night.

It’s always the struggles,
That makes love worth the shot,
It’s always the desire,
The feeling that gets you higher.

© 2015-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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