Sung Like A Memory - Poem by Lizzy Scott
These memories of mine,
They linger there for what feels like forever
Contemplating individuality, yet still they are entwined.
A deeper meaning being discovered,
More then just one single moment
Where things could be flying sky high,
Or rock bottom, rockier then ever before.
A tune brings a smile, a laugh so sweet
Reminiscing, eyes wide open,
Where those good days were complete.
Another tune defeats the last,
Like an amateur violinist.
It screeches and cuts like broken glass,
Those memories wash over me with illness.
The good, the bad, the in between
The hard times, the flats, and the rocky peaks.
Each singular color meshing in to form a life
The good, the bad, the happiness and strife.
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