I really wish I could bring back the time;
When it’s just me, myself and I;
When I’m still innocent and fine;
And “I love Mama” is my line.
At the time of my teens;
I’ve met friends and lot of peers;
We talk about boys and dares;
And hang out on night parties.
Those moment I am happy;
Didn’t forget study and responsibility;
Life is going round and round;
With all my precious possesions abound.
Then I’ve met that “Special Someone”;
Like he’s from a fancy fairytale once;
With his melody and charming stance;
I’m swept off my feet at a glance.
We grew so much in love and all;
My love whom I gave my soul;
Didn’t realize I’m dreaming of false;
And down I go, because i Fall.
I looked at myself, used and degraded;
The fall I took had me incapacitated;
Nothing left, bleeding and wounded;
Never thought you’d left me dead.
How did it happen and lead to this?
When all I chose is happiness;
Didn’t thought I’d end in bruises;
Instead of love as red as roses.
As I looked back at the time;
Just happy to receive a dime;
When all I still know is “Barney!”
Instead of my dear “Honey”.
Wish I could bring back the years;
Crying over spilled milk and fears;
Cradled by my Momma to cheer;
Her heartbeat, the only music I hear.
– Memoirs of my Heart
A Postaday for Memorize