Little Memory
her shadows make me think
her sunshine is dull and blunted
but i would have her anyway
as i stop from my blink
too stare into her face its bright red
she sleeps till the end of day
always going on about the brink
and never turning down in bed
she's there with lots too say
i miss her in that moment
i wish i could give it back
or have her back
but ive come to the conclusion that she's gone
and if wish my feelings for her where gone
i wish memories of her where gone
but her memories live on
this doesn't feel right
my insides ignite
there's one little moment
stands out by far
and words can't explain it
poem by Chip Reed
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