#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way..
Every story I ever told,
Every dime I ever sold,
My story has yet been completed,
My smile now breaks, my stories are fakes,
For the being you see is but a memory,
I'll give you a smile and a friendly kiss, and be on my way never to be missed,
I am not needed, I am but cherished,
for with those seconds that I have stayed will now remain as a glass of fully drunken lemonade...
@WinterAngel