people have a way with  words.
when it's good,
it can uplift you.
when it's bad,
it can destroy you.

choose what you say.
because the past may be the past,
but sometimes it's hard to forget
what is said in the end.

the feeling of eating something you haven't tasted in ages,
and when you receive a long hug from any loved ones,
knowing you are cared for by the ones you care about,
feeling happiness regardless of anything,
and laughing for no reason,
exerting happiness,
that is flying.

winter comes,
and you leave
without a sound or an apology.

as spring rolls in,
i grieve and fear
that i won't be able to let go of you.

but by summer,
i laugh
and meet new people.

slowly,
but surely,
you fade away from my memories,
and by fall,
i had forgotten all the ways i spent my time,
thinking about what will never be mine,
and then,

i let go.

do you remember?
all the things you said,
and how you promised me forever?
do you remember?
all the things you did,
and how you fooled me when we were together?
do you remember?
when we used to be inseparable,
and we never had a thought in mind,
of how distance could make us fall apart,
and say our last goodbyes

death is like a symphony,
the notes are what you need

it plays on and on,
wishing to let you be

the urges and the mights,
but it's melody conquers all

you slip deeper,
getting closer to last line

sooner or later,
death comes to an end

leaving you with peace,
and a mind at rest


b.g @distinctxve