Memories;
They are like scars we carry with us forever.
Tattoos that were somehow drawn in permanent ink.
Expectations and dreams burnt to our souls that leave us charred.
How often did they say, "Let it go?"
Well, I never saw myself letting it go,
Not the memory of the two of us.
Not the movie that played over in my heart for ages.
Reality is a dropped atomic bomb,
It's nothing personal, I totally know what is real.
But today, I woke up in a lagoon,
Where everything I touched was washed away.
And here I lay, touching everything I ever replayed.
Like a time cleanser, I'll wake up afresh
And maybe, just maybe, these memories I held like scars
Would wash away and never exist again.