Memories....
Such a meaningful word.
Is a thing that everyday we had.
Everyday is a different memories.
Good, bad, best or worse.
It has not been up to us to decide.
I wanted the best ones.
I never had one.
Memories.....
It changes someone's life.
From best to worse.
From worse to best.
It never stops.
Everyday, everytime, every seconds.
Those are deeply engraved in our hearts,
are truly those meant a lot to us.
A lot, a lot that we rather exchange with our life.
How pleasing is that.
Memories.....
How saddening it can be.
Some one is living on ones memories,
instead of their life.
How terrible that person had felt.
So terrible.
Memories...
Should it even it existed?
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Random poem
PoetryPoem that is written through my life. It was written when that thought came to me This was the continue ones as I got logout out my previous account.
