Attached to a place, a word, a song
Making you realize it's been so longSince you opened the box, the crate
Releasing the feelings of love and hateA pang of loss strikes you fast
All of the memories coming in a blastRemember the first time you listened to this?
It was so long ago, hidden in the abyssRemember the first time you saw this room?
You thought it was horrible, doom and gloomRemember 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 betA single song started it all
A single tune had such the gallTo start the flood, to bring the tear
To make me remember all that I hold dear_______________________________________
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
EnjoyUntil next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA 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.