Thu, 09/04/2014 - 22:35 -- jmmt4
I don't read you 
Not anymore
I haven't forgotten 
The joy I got
Whenever you opened
Nor the adventures
I am just too old now
But my memories are pressed in you
Like flowers from lost times
I can't get those days back
They are forever gone
So I hold on to you
Even if you merely collect dust
In a desperate hope 
To recapture that life



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