by Brady Rutgarr

Created on: April 27, 2009

Memory Bottle

Beloved, you mean so much to me,

I love you, yet you cannot see.

Rejection, the feeling so near;

My soul is torn by the things I hear.

So once again I hide my pain,

I ask for dark, I plead for rain.

Yet all these things you do no know.

You're not my friend, but you aren't my foe.

So, hurt, I see you from afar,

And store what I feel into a jar.

These things build up and plague my mind,

And to deal with it is hard, I find.

But now with love I hide away,

And in this bottle I might stay,

For after time you will not see

How soon I fade to memory.

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