Memories
by Greg Martin
I sit here, all alone
Except for my sweet memories,
Kissing your cherry red lips,
Staring into you emerald eyes...
You're all I can think about
I close my tired eyes
Late into the dark of night
As soon as they close, a window opens
A window into my memories
Which are clouded by your smile
These memories, some old,
Some new, all clouded with
Your cheery face, the sunshine
In my darkly clouded life
With rain pouring all around
Everyday, as I wake beside you,
More and more memories are made
Some sad, some sullen, but
More glad, all I hold dear
My sweet memories of you