Memories are creative
But hearts are selective
Like this picture
Makes my feelings torture
Seasonal flashback
The summers winter makes my bones fall like an old truck
The heat of cold water
Makes my head explodes in high temper
Maybe I need a pain killer
Not a healer
Maybe an eraser
I need the Christmas Santa
Makes my wish come true like a baby monkey who loves banana
A total flashback of those memories
Those creative happy saddness stories
A picture of you, me, and everybody
A picture of last drops
Last overflowing cups
Pictures of last fresh tears
Last fresh shaking hearts of fears
The very last moment of clicking capture
Last moment of my hearts torture of Picture
-FZH-
