Memories Poem by E.A. England

Memories



</>That night it came to be perfection
A teenaged rebel in the dark
Something new, a strange direction
Provided by a single spark

A feeling foreign gaining power
That pulsing in rejoicing veins
Growing stronger by the hour
Neither crazy or quite sane

Memories born inside a heart
Another person fading fast
Undying devotion from the start
Releasing white grip on the past

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