Memories

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Title of the poem: Memories


Writer of the poem: CookieBookie125


Little fragments surrounding each other

Just like sunrays on a hot day

Making me feel warm just like with my mother

Having the urge to just let out and say

Why can't these beautiful moments come back

Just like how treats come from good deeds

Nostalgia following me around without a lack

Just like trees planted starting from seeds

Memories following me around everywhere

I can't stop the flashbacks and feelings

Feeling like a tricky mind game of a dare

Too strong to stop it by looking at the ceiling

Happy, sad and joyful times

Every single type of feeling in my brain

My brain repeating everything just like rhymes

Never leaving me like clouds filled with rain

Every now and then I ask myself

If I just could turn back the time

Just like a turned up book on a shelf

Making me wonder if it's as easy as a rhyme

Feeling so sad to know it's all over

Knowing that I can't bring it back

Cause I'm not able to gave the power

To turn back time and every lack

Why can't these beautiful moments come back

Just like how treats come from good deeds

Nostalgia following me around without a lack

Just like trees planted starting from seeds

Memories following me around everywhere

I can't stop the flashbacks and feelings

Feeling like a tricky mind game of a dare

Too strong to stop it by looking at the ceiling

Having to accept the truth to keep everything

As memories and not bringing them back

It's just like a heartbreak and a soul ping

Sadly my power has there no say but lack

Why can't these beautiful moments come back

Just like how treats come from good deeds

Nostalgia following me around without a lack

Just like trees planted starting from seeds

Memories following me around everywhere

I can't stop the flashbacks and feelings

Feeling like a tricky mind game of a dare

Too strong to stop it by looking at the ceiling

Cause memories are something very special

Neither they and I will leave each other

It's neither an object nor something facial 

It's just like the time as a baby with a mother


Inspired by me who spend a precious time with my loved ones and other good people in this world and has made precious memories.

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