15 December 2015


By Bryan

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.

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