Treasure Island

Khushbu Kedia

(17Jan / India)

Memories


Memories are by far the weirdest things I know
They ‘re a reason for u to live, or a poison that kills you slow
Good or bad, they’re always there
They hurt u bad, but only happiness also wouldn be fair


Memories of incidents that once made u cry
Are now a reason for your tears to dry
Stupid memories of hang out with friends
Those are the memories with no ends

Someone special leaves a lot of memories behind
It’s a mixed emotion package that u find
The lovely memory of each and every moment spent
And how special each moment meant
They all stay and never go away
Memories are forever and they come to stay

Submitted: Sunday, November 27, 2011

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