Bitter-sweet memories—
I can only look back,
Blaming cowardy or fear,
Drowned, soaked in tears.
Part of what once alive,
Bids its last goodbye;
To forget, heal or hide
and vanish, feel or die.
Soon it will end,
Don't know how or when,
As it comes along,
No need o pretend.
Thoughts running out of words,
Underneath deepen holes;
All that were with it then,
Would never eve come back.
Same spots, points alike,
Nothing had ever been right;
With hearts out of sight,
No more despite or besides.
Watching you in dreams,
Afar from where I stand,
Nest to clouds and sun's kiss,
Try to catch the old senses.
It's what we've become,
In between these pieces
of happiness and miseries,
Gone in an instant.
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