addicted to my memories

I cling on to my memories

As if dissolving my life today

Why am I held hostage by my memories?

Can I wake up and start living for each day?



It seems that I’m addicted to the days of old

When the people who possessed my heart

Were still with me- and I can’t seem to let go

I believe there is a place where I can start.



Will I ever decide to live each day

As a gift- than living in my past?

Can I learn to live around my memories

And built new relationships that may last?



I cannot continue to live as a hostage

To these memories of my love so deep

Perhaps I can reach out to the here and now

And save these memories for when I sleep.

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