Poems from azpd2468
I need them.
I yearn for them.
I, at times, ache for them.
Them, being my memories.
At times, I start to think I've forgotten.
That I've...
A voice called,
The soft voice…
It was painful and distorted.
One didn’t know the voice..
A weak, deep voice.
Conversation,
Only in secret could be talked about.
Discussions,
Now were always at home.
No one,
Under any circumstances knew what had...
Misfortune.
Hopelessness.
Naturally were converted into splendor and beautiful,
Earned in spite of the expenses of the entire family....
Improvement was endorsed forcefully,
Recklessness was realized,
Consideration he found difficult,
Amusement was different,
Joy..gave him...