For me that was you;
Someone keeps telling you to depend on them and they've proven themselves to be trustworthy yet you can't bring yourself to fully let them in.
That was you to me.
Smile to everyone, be nice to everyone but I'll always keep them outside, like I'm always preparing myself for that one moment of betrayal.
Like me to you.
It's my fault I know, and I'm not trying to guilt trip anyone, I'm just too tired to make excuses that's so blatantly a lie.
That was them to me.
In this world, there's people who will help you, people who tries to understand you, and people that will never get tired of forgiving you.
Just like you to them.
Life's a stream of river. It ranges at times of storms, it brings agony and despair. And yet it flows also at a tranquil pace at the end of the rain, where it brings peace, joy and growth to everyone at its wake.
That's you to me.
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PoetryI believe that happy memories are a double edged sword. When you remember them, it's not always happiness that you feel, But also longing, For the smiles that led to tears. And you find yourself asking.... Where is that 'me' in my memories....
