Memories stain like pen on paper,
A moment now, a memory later.
You wish to forget, a day it will fade,
One bad moment, it will all concave.
All the bad will compress your soul,
Unlock the memories, you thought were old.
Here again, at the starting line,
Ready to pretend you’re fine.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Memories stain like pen on paper,
A moment now, a memory later.
You wish to forget, a day it will fade,
One bad moment, it will all concave.
All the bad will compress your soul,
Unlock the memories, you thought were old.
Here again, at the starting line,
Ready to pretend you’re fine.