The years go by to fast
Loosing important moments to the past
Memories once precious fade away
Nameless people celebrating some forgotten day
Now just yellowed pictures hung in dusty halls
Framed into eternity upon time stained walls
Hopes and dreams unknown
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Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list.
With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried.
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