Old Poem: Memory

she's like a tide
she comes and goes...
But somewhat remains
She likes the colours of the rainbow
the smell of rain
and freshly cut grass
Animals come and go...
Her heart is hidden
from the dangers
of being broken
or shattered..a­nd never to be mended
she keeps inside
all the things
that once mattered
Anger, she expresses...­
In colors...ph­otos..and ones like this
She misses the ones that left her
And holds the ones that matter close to her
in a world...born­ out of danger and misfortune..­.
some have forgotten...­
what once stood as the good old days...