This will seem familiar to you, because I posted it in the Lyrics Competition we had earlier. This was under my former name, 'torn rose'. Enjoy. Memories She’s running again She doesn’t want to see him Rotting She’s running again From the memories She remembers his eyes Chocolate brown starred with grey She remembers his voice A smooth, liquid baritone But that is all she has Memories They may have seemed like polar opposites Argued like it was an apocalypse But they fit each other perfectly She remembers his hands Strumming his guitar Stroking her hair She remembers Memories He was always the vocal one Wore his emotions on his sleeve Aware that he was always the one to get hurt She remembers his features Beautiful, she used to call him She remembers his hair Dark, always gelled back But soft like finely spun silk But that is all she has Memories She knew that she loved him But didn’t know how much She knew that he loved her Enough for them both Enough to scare her off She didn’t know what to do When he said those words She wasn’t ready And he was willing to wait But she sensed that she’d hurt him Bruised his fragile heart The heart that now beats no more She remembers his kisses Little Eskimo nose kisses Everlasting kisses Each one was magical But the magic is gone She remembers his gifts Beautiful displays of eternal love Like the time he had filled her entire flat with rose petals The time he gave her the Claddagh ring Identical to the one he wore The one that was buried with him But that is all she has Memories She took a break for a while From him and his enchantments So that she could think about what she was getting into Before she dove in too deep She knew that he’d be waiting for her Not matter what They had made a promise Till death do they part Till Death She remembers his spirit Pure magic, pure love There was fear, of a life without love Of love unrequited A love that she was ready to give him She remembers his habits The tendency to pick up a cigarette when life got tough Although he tried to stop The tendency to drive too fast on the freeway When no one was around She remembers Memories She remembers his inspiration The musical urge he got when she was around Or when they had just made love The way he would look at her while writing a song A mixture of Awe and Love But that is all she can do Remember She was packing to return when she got the call An accident, it was said He was driving too fast on a dark night One of his habits Someone else came up He never saw it coming She remembers his music Haunting melodies about life and love And everything in between Music that rings in the corners Music that makes you remember The good times Memories Thanks for sticking it through. R&R and you get cookies.
:hugz: Love you too my useless minion. I'm glad I make you sa-. Wait, that's not good. [/b][/quote] That's not good for me but great for you
Lol, this was awsome Mali, it's so beautiful and sad at the same time. Just great........... Keep it up......