Attached to a place, a word, a song
Making you realize it's been so long
Since you opened the box, the crate
Releasing the feelings of love and hate
A pang of loss strikes you fast
All of the memories coming in a blast
Remember the first time you listened to this?
It was so long ago, hidden in the abyss
Remember the first time you saw this room?
You thought it was horrible, doom and gloom
Remember the first time you sang with him?
The overflowing feelings filled to the brim.
Remember how the first time we met?
I thought I'd never have friends, that was my bet
A single song started it all
A single tune had such the gall
To start the flood, to bring the tear
To make me remember all that I hold dear
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Hey m'dudes, it's me, Cassia.
I finally got to visit home for the first time in ages, and I put on an old playlist to help me sleep.
... I forgot all the memories attached to it.
So, I wrote.
ShadeFinder
Enjoy
Until next time,
~©@$$/@
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
ПоэзияA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
