Memories of Ice

The memories of life are ice,

they are cold and hard, melting away.

The Good and The Bad, your mean your nice,

yet its the painful memories I want to stay.

I want something to have even if it hurts,

blood trickles out of my heart.

The red stains cover my shirts,

as long as I am apart.

We look our whole lives for something to hold,

something to make it worth living.

And as our lives unfold,

It becomes easier to stop believing.

I remember the pain,

wounds still open.

Till I find myself walking into the rain,

still hurtin', but with all of this I'm still cope'in

But Im not worried,

for the Ice melts.

So I will not be hurried,

and deal with the life I am delt