"When I was young
I wondered how my parents
And everyone else
Could be so old
Then I grew up
Realised it was simple
You just did
But suddenly something changed
As I started to stop believe in my own memories
Everything faded
I didn't know what was real
Then I realised
There are no proofs
And my whole life may just have been a lie
I've never really liked history
Of course, it's exciting and all
But the very part
Where studying other people's lives
Dead people's lives
It just got to surreal
The only way I keep remembering
And the only way I trust
Is by taking a picture
Or make a film
But even then I'm not sure
If the memories are true"
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Poems of love
PoetryHere is a book of poems with all happy stuff in live, like love, happiness, luck and more. For the opposite, read my other book: "poems of hate" If you're looking for more I'd also recommend "Poems" which is the first book I wrote The problem is...
