the ghost of my memory <br />lies withern and torn <br />memorys can die <br />yet memorys are born <br />dying day not for the weak <br />some go, some stay but memorys seap <br />the good and the bad <br />the happy and sad <br />they all end together <br />and will haunt us forever <br /> <br />the ghost of my memory <br />is walking beside me <br />yet people can't see <br />the lightest touch of the ghostly skin <br />makes my nightmares grin <br />to live or to die <br />hello or goodbye <br />life for the strong <br />death for the weak <br />memorys remain <br />when love starts to seap <br />in the battleground of the memorys<br /><br />Marie ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-battle-ground-of-my-memorys/
