Light Mind [ "Poetry" ]

□Memories□

The things that run out

The things that we forget

We dread them the most.

If written on paper

Or captured in a photo

The memory stays alive

But I

Can't stress enough

About how I

Was out of luck

To forget

Because I had no wish

(Back then)

To treasure them

Because I

Believed oh-so-strongly

That they will survive

In the maze that is my mind

But it happened as they say

-"you plan

and the one above

just laughs at you"

And I am sharing a few laughs too

'Cause it's actually funny

How maybe -

They stay in other's heads

We think they're trying to confuse us

When actually they can help

But do we want the help?

Do we want our gone

memories

back?

Or would it hurt too much?

To remember the touch

To remember all the things we've lost.

a/n I'm getting worse at this xD thank you for 100 reads tho^^