It aches me to see
How memories can fade
Like smeared pages of a book
Yellowed and crumbling
Like the falling leaves of autumn
It aches me to see
How misty the images are
Like freshly printed polaroids
Preserve but then forgotten
Like old baby albums
It aches me to realize
Though how hard we try
Memories just wane
Even the most precious
Even those we treasure the most
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
It aches me to see
How memories can fade
Like smeared pages of a book
Yellowed and crumbling
Like the falling leaves of autumn
It aches me to see
How misty the images are
Like freshly printed polaroids
Preserve but then forgotten
Like old baby albums
It aches me to realize
Though how hard we try
Memories just wane
Even the most precious
Even those we treasure the most