My Memories
What I used to be
What I was
I ponder this because;

I am night, and I am day.
I am mute, and yet I say;

I cry, and yet I cheer.
I am brave, yet I feel fear.
People say I should smile every once and a while,
Yet some say I smile enough.
I am the coal that soothes your soul,
Even though I am snuffed.

When you walked away from me,
Only one side is left, you see.

The other one?s gone.