Twice Walked

memories flow through me like an open wound the blood trails following a painful path twice walked why is it so easy to remember the sadness as if a welcomed choice once here repeating the savage stabbing within ones heart surely the goodness and comforted smiles of a time long ago should be present and accounted for do we measure the good and the bad within our lives so that we may rationalize our own existence perhaps we are predestined with each of us receiving an exact amount of what we need to survive this life after all we do tend to justify and even accept our misery as a payment due for our own actions throughout life our love it seems is simply put away within a corner of our hearts accepting it as a wonderful thing and we are happy with the time shared should i consider myself as being selfish because after all this time and all the goodness i have been given i find myself wanting more more happiness more love and above all else more of you...