Memoire

Days go as quickly as they come

People leave even when they'd promised to stay forever

One thing that outlives a man/woman are the memories they make.

Concealed in the innermost position of my heart

Are memories we made that cannot be torn apart

Like the air that i breathe these moments have become a part of me that cannot be erased

I meditate on them day and night

They've become predators that hunt my every thought now and then,

the words that you said

Promises you couldn't keep

Moments we shared

And the time we spent.



Sophisticated as man was made

I wonder what sort of voodoo is embedded in mere words and actions that they live lasting impressions on the mind.