Our memories play out like a movie,
Were at the when we come to an end-
Some of them will never be found again.
As the past replays on a loop,
The day fades away, and these months fly by.
The future descends upon us and
It demands us to leave our old things behind.
We forget what we've seen with our own two eyes,
And what we know to be true becomes others lies.
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Give Me Love
PoetryDisclaimer all Poems in this book of poetry are purely and one hundred percent mine. I do not appreciate any copying of any sort
