I have memories,
Of a time that never was,
Oh what do I remember,
Of something that was never yours?
My memories are yours to own,
They are yours to keep,
'Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Gently down the stream.'
Nothing I knew was without your touch,
I miss feeling something that I never touched.
They said it couldn't be,
Because they couldn't see,
But I saw you so clearly,
How can that be?
My sweet angel,
What can I say,
Life is so much darker,
Without seeing your smile everyday.
They say they cured me,
But now I cry,
They said you were a disease,
But how can that be?
You were the balm to all my injuries.
You were the cure to my sickness,
The joy in my life,
And they took you away,
Said now I should feel fine.
I'm not crazy,
You're the one who said so,
When you touched me I could feel you,
So why this fuss at all?
They said no one was there,
When you were in front of me.
Blind as bats they were,
Stupid old cronies.
They killed you my darling,
Because they couldn't see,
They took my eyes out baby,
Now I can't see.
All these people in front of me,
They don't matter to me,
All I cared about was you,
And they took you away from me.
'Diseased?' I could be,
Atleast I was happy,
When you were with me.
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Symphony Of Sorrow
PoetrySome people say it is better to have love and lost, than to have never loved at all. But when that love is gone, you realise it would have been better if you hadn't met them after all. For nothing lasts forever, No love stands forever, And no lo...
