-memories- <br /> like lovely folded notes of secrets <br />we just couldn't keep to ourselves <br /> cold fresh lead and ink spilled out every want and wish <br /> and our eyes would light up to the sound of the giggles <br /> or we would sigh at the frowns <br /> I would get cold and feel your hands grab mine <br /> I would drift into thought almost at the brink of a good cry <br /> I’m 16 I shouted there's not much more than this <br /> driving home at midnight with tears and shivering voices creasing through the warm summers air <br />there's not much more to happiness other than those past times <br /> when laughing was everything <br /> but, when I can't even remember the last time she and I laughed for no reason at all <br />I depend on those memories of our childhood when we knew no more than to just <br /> laugh at ourselves<br /><br />victoria martinez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-16/
