Memory
Memory
Some things are so beautiful, right?
Some moments just feel perfect, right?
But how far it does?
At the end of the day,
Aren't they all a part of our memory?
A memory that we always wanted to live in!
We shed tears, we smile, we get hurt, we fall apart
And then pretend to have nothing felt!
Aren't these all a part of that beautiful memory?
That we always dreamt of?
Then why it has become a pain with no solace today?
When everything we dream,
It actually a memory one day!
Oh Lord, will this also fade someday?