A drizzle on the rooftop
A splatter on the floor
A cold feeling of nostalgia
Makes its way once more

As the rain begins to fall
And the silence takes a toll
You begin to wonder
If you’re truly sure

Sure of the path you chose
Sure of the doors you closed
Sure of the things you did
Sure of the things you said

Like the rain to the earth
You’re scattered all around
To nowhere, and everywhere
Just waiting to be found

The remnants of the past
Are like pieces of broken glass
You try to avoid
But step on, once in awhile
Then the memories come

They come,
when you‘re singing a happy song in the shower
And it suddenly changes to a sad tune

They come,
when you’re walking alone at night
And you just suddenly slow in pace

They come,
when you’re out with friends,
And you suddenly turn quiet

They come,
when you least expect it, when you’re smiling with no care in the world

You don’t choose when they come
but they do
and you let them flow
until there’s little to none of them
that remains inside of you

I bare my soul too easily

I let people in quickly

I hold them for too long

I cast them away gently regardless of the cost

Maybe watching things fade is my fatal flaw
Maybe it’s a blessing

I am cursed to feel for every stranger
and
Fall in love fast
Like losing your breath

Maybe it’s a blessing

Maybe it’s a curse
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