Keep Me In Your Days (Only Me) Poem by Unwritten Soul
Keep Me In Your Days (Only Me)
Is it true
You have forgotten our secret place
Somewhere we have buried letters about us
Our names and many dreams in a glass bottle
By our old promise, we marked in hearts to find it someday
Just can't find it back when everything now is forgotten by you
Is it true
You have forgotten my name
Slowly it fading then be gone
Erased from your mind
Left unwritten in a blank page
Like it never written in your mind before
Innocent years were built with thousand promises
When old days still too young
We believed forever be together
Then we ran and holding breath
Shouted to the wind with your name
While you wrote my name on the sand
Wish I living all the old life again
Knowing you still remember how to write my name
Is it true
My presence pain you endlessly
Wish you keep me in your days
But if its true as what you said
Erase me now and I'll be okay
Because i am not living to hurt you
It just my cruel wishes to live the aging past
It's true, i am telling you
I don't need you to show me the way
For me tracing where we've buried the dreams
The bottle that keep our old days alive is found
Smashed and the letters we wrote together inside...
I've burned all to let ashes write in the air
Copying the written papers with our names
And every dreams and our written promises
Burnt...gone...left no more for you to relearn
No more for you to spell my name
Or to remember the old you
Never again
I am for you
No water will kill this fire in my heart
Burned more with these fallen tears
Written names and childish dream gone
Gone as flying ashes when the wind blows
But the fire still flaming in me
As I buried all in my memories
Still keeping you in my days
Where i will always can find
Whenever i want it be there
and to not be forgotten
Past is still breathing
As memories living within me
Even you
Never keep me in your days
Then I remember some days with my good old friends...
Its like we wrote the dreams and names and put it into a bottle and wish it someday that when we grown up and we trace back our dream and to find what we have achieved and what still haven't...but hurt at the ebd
It brought me back to the smiles and about three of us
To remember then cry later...story of three happy friends
I lost first one because of the cancer when we so little
Lost another one when times changed someone's mind
Left another one..me, someone i will never lose
and the one who still struggling living in the memories
We never again stand as three but I'm strong alone as me
_Soul
very poignant. sometimes our pasts are like the scourge on our memories or our minds.so the best thing is just let them go.every one is born alone and will die alone. ~nb
I wish I could remember all important dates of events and places in my dusk nearing days.... it keeps fading and fading....uhuk-uhuk-uhuk (coughing) , dramatised -alasan lelaki. :) good write indeed, I appreciate it with a small slap in a face, of course. an inspiring poem. syabas! :)
A soulful song from your anvil shot at the discerning ones. You will alone be kept in the mind if everyone else accepts it.. Good write Soul.
Very touching poem, brought tears in my eyes: '(.... anguish dilemma of our lives hidden inside memories.. nice poem regarding memories, memories are always special; sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried n sometimes we cry by remembering the days we laughed, that's life: -)
Our wishful thoughts and actions of the gone by days- oh how sweet and simple those were!
The missing of your three friends is really a great shock, yet the memories of the past bring smiles in face. You have beautifully painted this poem touchingly and hauntingly. Let some lines be quoted... Is it true My presence pain you endlessly Wish you keep me in your days But if its true as what you said Erase me now and I'll be okay Because i am not living to hurt you It just my cruel wishes to live the aging past Beautiful poem presented. Thanks for sharing.
Love and dreams! ! With the muse of our secret place. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
osA very nice poem about human relationship which is ephemeral. Kud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yeah...Past is still breathing... Good words! I liked it :)