Why do memories burn the Mind like a visable flame? No thought on good fate because The presence of sorrow grips And squeezes memories (unwanted) Out of their deep hiding places Where they were put and Locked away. Not to be retrieved until The thinker crossed the Bearing paths of the ill-faithful Place in which they were created. It is like setting a match to The head and watching it burn. Tears soon start to form, and Fall like rain drops upon the Skin. Some can't be cherished because they Are just too painful to the Head, they are not friends With it because it caste them Out like enemies. But one can't help but lighting The fire every now and again And letting those painful memories Run free. Only to be captured and put back In place again.
Reason for writing:
Undying memories that haunt my timid soul
Birth sign: Aries
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