it's been awhile
and i'm starting to forget
all of those beautiful memories we made
even if one of them, it was precious and untamed
maybe some of the things you said
i can hardly remember them
Your faint voice and my made up history
our short texts and I dreamt of fantasy
it's the time of the cold season again
and the air rushes to my head
as if they carry the unknown memories
which were once so eager to be kept
forever was a word to exist forever
forever, not the reality ever
forever in the world
not in a short termed memory -
where I am lost
forever to be forever ;
not in any other wordly manners to make
forever, but my fate
