my worst fear is losing the memories i've built,
losing the days of travel and joy,
or cuddling under the quilt,
the memory of my first baby girl or baby boy,
it's losing the restless nights spent talking to guys,
the losing the memories of every page attached to my scrapbook,
or how i felt all the passion in your eyes,
or the first time i would cook.
I don't want to lose the memories of the music i would listen too every day,
or the memories of the first person i would ever love,
or even when i couldn't say that i was okay,
or each time that they would shove,
all these bad and good memories are the ones i hope to keep,
even the ones of dark days,
burying me deep,
i hope that it all stays,
these memories keep me proud,
when i look back and see how far i've come,
even when every thought was painfully loud,
or when i was completely numb,
i want to look back and say that i made it,
i made it through the tears and pain,
remember all the places i would visit,
and all the strength i was yet to gain,
without looking at sorrow,
not knowing that i wouldn't be that way forever,
that i'd make a new jump tomorrow,
even if i'd never live- forever.
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Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
