"MEMORIES"
They're the only remnants of things I no onger see, these photos are a gateway to my memories. The terrifying tales around a campfire so bright, the skys, air, birds, at thr peak of twilight.
Birds come and go, but memories will always stay. To make new memories, as new friends come along. There's always room for more, happiness and sadness.
The wind blows, but I feel not the breeze. The moon and starts on parade above have lost their glow. The birds crackle with its waveving feeders but I feel not its warmth friend singing blur.
Its strange to think, I wil only remeber me as the person I was with you. Youll never learn of my new habits, nor will I ever come to know yours.
I wont getbto watch ypu grow, see you become strong. Hear about all of you new, adventures and revelations.
Strangers with memories, thats all we are. Like birds in the sky. The drift apart with time, carried our separate ways. Following a different current, strangers with memories thats all wel ever be.
Im having a memories lately, ive been thinking good and bad memories. When I have these thoughts, when I hear, see, or think, this is my memories.
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