Ghost Memories

April showers bring May flowers, 

But what does March bring to April? 

Ghost memories. 

Painful memories of things that never happened and never will. 

It bring heartbreak fresher and fresher every year. 

My baby would have been three this year. 

I lost my percious unknown miricle the Fourth of July, 

but its this time of year when I wish the most to pass by. 

I will never be able to hold you my sweet child. 

I'm so sorry my beautiful baby, please know I would do anything to have you here my love.

But for now you're playing up above.

April Showers bring May flowers, 

But what does March bring to April?

Painful ghost memories. 

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