Only a Memory

by Lalala Maclemore about a year ago in surreal poetry

It’s Those Things That Lurk in the Back of Your Mind

Only a Memory

A memory

Something you hide in your brain

That no one can see



It is yours

Only yours

People sometimes wonder what you are thinking

Dreaming about

But that is all yours

No one else’s just yours

Your memory is so strange

You will take a dog for a walk and your eyes

Your Ears

All come to life you can see all of the pretty flowers

Or hear the birds chirping

Not realizing the color of the grass of that the sidewalk is over grown

It is overwhelming


You want to sometimes just scream

The thought of you not remembering is unfair

Why would your memory do something like this

Why would your brain betray you

For it’s not this at all

It’s simply just a horrible game that life plays on you

Tricking you

Teasing you

Never letting you really understand the purpose of life





All of these things just become only a memory

Something you can never do again

But for only over and over again in you head

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Lalala Maclemore

I love to read I’m a Tarusand I love this website where I come to read and write what I’m feeling I like poetry but I feel like I could do more. 

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