memories, painful and tormenting
memories of the people
it could be both
knocking at our door
especially at times
when we have a raining heart
when we have a raining heart
it could be like the sun
bright and warming
or hot and prickling
it could be like the snow
soft and white
or cold and cruel
a memory stand for a fragment of our life
it could be a curse or a blessing
yet we wouldn't be able to survive without it
and memories of you
giving me strength at times
yet carved my heart a little bit more different
the tenderness of the memories
i'm not letting it go
even it bleeds me to death
-7.28 am, home-
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