“Don’t let the memories make you sad.” He said
But it wasn’t the memories
that made me sad,
He just didn’t understand,
The memories,
Frozen in time
Were the things that made me smile,
But the faces on the other hand,
Like ghosts sharing the room in my heart that suddenly felt so small,
this is what made me sad,
the feeling of not having enough room for the ones that were real.
She Writes Love In Ink 
This poem has a lot of meaning.
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Thank you, I’m so very glad it spoke to you.
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Simply amazing!
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How sweet of you ramexa!
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Awww… *blushes*
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Memories are so perfectly set in our minds, pristine time/place/people, not to be changed. Faces bring emotions that make us deal with realities that we, at times, cannot or will not accept…faces make untidy ghosts.
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I absolutely love the style in which you write. It’s so captivating one can get lost within it! I also thank you for following my blog and look forward to getting to know you better in the future. Blessings for great success!
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Thank you so much Ellie! It makes me so happy that you enjoy it so much. I am already very intrigued by your blog and am excited to dig further.
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