August 25, 2011

memories

cr: heymissawesome

memories, pleasant and nostalgic
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

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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