MEMORIES
MEMORIES Every time I try to remember one of our moments, I feel I forget a fragment. The memories of us are falling apart, falling apart like the petals of a withering rose. I want you, I need you to come, To come and water these roses. Water them, to prevent them from fading Fading forever and making us nothing Nothing but a piece of my imagination. I NEED YOU TO COME. The sweet memories of us are turning into painful ones, like the thorns of a rose. I want you, I need you to come. To come and pluck out those thorns. Pluck them out and make those memories happy again Happy enough so that I can think of you without hatred Hatred, something that I have now associated not just with you, but with us I NEED YOU TO COME. Every time I try to remember one of our moments, I feel I forget a fragment. It is mesmerizing how a person can replace the place of another special person. How, when without talking to that special someone, your day ...