File 39651 Poem by Old Teenage Poems

There seems to be a seperate little part of my brain
That works in it's own little ways
In there every memory of you remain
On and on it sends images of your face
I try to put those thoughts on some other side
So I'll be able to start a chase
But then I guess those memories would hide
And left here would not be a trace
Maby then I'd know the feeling pride
Having deleted the things I did wrong
And the pain from how you lied
Maby I'd know happiness after not so long
That would be the final cure, I'd be sane
I could hear the weddingbells go ding-dong
I would be free from all the pain
And get rid off the ridiculous image of your smile
I could once again dance in the rain

If I could only delet that file