sometimes fleeting you arrive in a glimpse and are gone just as swift Sometimes you stay long past your welcome leaving a bad taste in my mouth Sometimes you linger like a kiss on a lovers lips bringing a smile sometimes you create an impossible standard Placing yourself on a pedastool making me believe an ideal that never was the mind can play tricks, the heart can be defective but nothing is more fickle than a memory.
Reason for writing:
Nostalgia....is that an emotion????
Birth sign: Scorpio
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