Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'sept this poem.
Something I wrote after I killed Zelos...
MEMORIES
With a life comes a memory,
and experiences you feel and see.
Memories of our childhood
when life was oh so good.
These memories are "one to cherish",
well my childhood made me want to perish.
I'm so very shocked and surprised
that I can stand making all these lies,
about how I'm happy and just fine,
and how I don't care that she's not mine.
Those aren't true; they're all lies,
can't you tell from the tears in my eyes?
I need to let go, I need to move on,
I need to make all these memories be gone.
It's hard to let them go right on the spot,
probably because they're all I got.