Memories go by,
A chasing car,
flies past me.
I can't forget.
Deep within,
My dusty cells,
Lies a memory,
Of the wrong choice.
A beautiful past,
Is stored in frames,
Of what used to be,
And no longer is.
How could it happen,
Slipped from your hands,
The vase cracks,
And your left with
a million pieces.
I don't know what to do,
As I walk in the bleeding spikes,
I look back at what used to be,
All I have is a memory.
The memory of you,
has fallen to a million pieces,
And yet I still look back,
With one thing in mind.
No matter the pieces,
Which shatter within,
My efforts herein,
Never ceases.
I will pick up a million pieces.
A chasing car,
flies past me.
I can't forget.
Deep within,
My dusty cells,
Lies a memory,
Of the wrong choice.
A beautiful past,
Is stored in frames,
Of what used to be,
And no longer is.
How could it happen,
Slipped from your hands,
The vase cracks,
And your left with
a million pieces.
I don't know what to do,
As I walk in the bleeding spikes,
I look back at what used to be,
All I have is a memory.
The memory of you,
has fallen to a million pieces,
And yet I still look back,
With one thing in mind.
No matter the pieces,
Which shatter within,
My efforts herein,
Never ceases.
I will pick up a million pieces.
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