Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Poem #217

acrostic poem time :)

Running through the mind.
Every detail is kept within.
Memories that warm the heart or haunt the soul.
Ever-present, always with you.
Makes the mind spin, work, think.
Burning in your head, heart.
Remembering your past, your history.
A thought that brings old feelings back.
Never disappearing, sticks with you.
Completing your personality, who you are.
Every thought comes back through,

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