Thoughts can rearrange,
And feelings can dislocate.
But Memories could never change,
Nor could we modify our fate.

What’s meant to be might occur,
If we try enough to get there,
But I must give up I’m sure,
Even If I once would care.

Thoughts I had are gone,
They disappeared at last.
Your time here was far overdrawn,
Even if it seems you left fast.

But deep inside my soul,
A piece of you remains.
You made one big hole,
Why must people insist you’re vane?

You’ve shown me many times,
That not all of you is appalling.
You’re not capable of such crimes,
You’re really just pretending.