Sometimes Better Than the Memories

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Sometimes Better Than the Memories
by Michael Romani

Sometimes
I can't remember
The things that I've done
Sometimes 
I can't remember
How it is it all had begun

Other times
I just don't want to know
And I can't explain my reasons why
Other times
It feels like a bad picture show
And I just want to cry

They say
That I used to be 
A good boy grown to a man
I'm not sure which
It was to change my reality
Now, I just do the best that I can

I have killed 
So many men
For my government
It has chilled
Me with this again
To never really know what it meant

I am certain
That when I die
I will got to Hell
My heart and soul are hurting
With the echoes of why
When I burn, it may be just as well

Sometimes
I can't remember
The things that I've done
Sometimes
I can't remember
How it is that it had all begun

Other times
I just don't want to know
And can't explain my reasons why
Other times
It feels like a bad picture show
And I just want to cry

(c)  June 2, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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