It's funny;
Looking back upon a time
That was so good
It may have never happened at all.
Just to imagine,
If it was all a dream,
A band of misfit memories
Blended to make a time so perfect,
It couldn't possibly be real.
But time passes
Things morph into difference
So quickly that I'd never known what happened
Things change.
People change.
Back to the roots a fairy tale
Lay a memory so pure
Not one moment could change what it holds
Not one drop can stain the snow's pure white
But memories are fragile things
Even when the core stays true
The others falter like everything else
Things change.
People change.
Sometimes we thrive in things
That were never truly there
Like memories
They create feelings, thoughts,
That were never to be there
Collisions mark the start of something different
Changes so fast you never see them coming
Even when you're lost in their world of thought.
It's strange,
To think those memories change so profusely
Yet still seem pure
Was it ever real,
Or was it just a figment of my imagination?
I know things change.
But really,
Were they ever the same as I'd thought
Or were they just too good to be true.
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Poetry from thought
PoetryJust poetry, whatever seems to pop into this head of mine
