Eventually, that song that meant so much to you will become only a broken melody; another song to skip on the radio. Your favorite color will become nothing but another shade in the sky at dusk. Your favorite word will become just another set of letters strung together in a charming harmony. Nothing lasts forever, not the good-nor the bad, and just because maybe those things don't mean as much to you as they did before, that doesn't mean you can't love them for what they were to you--love them for what they gave to you in the past. A song that makes your entire body ache with the pleasure of an eruption of something worth-while. A color that you look for in everything you own and even things that don't belong to you or anyone. A word that tastes like sweet honey dripping off of warm toast when you let it escape your tongue.
Those things aren't ever going to last, but memories do...and things you love, people and places too...they end up creating memories-good and even some bad-and that's all that matters.
We just have to hope, hope for the best but expect, expect the worst.
YOU ARE READING
emotions
Poetryemotions: natural instinctive states of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. I express these instinctive states through my strung together words of poetry.
