They come and go ,
In time they fade ,
But where to?
Noone knows .
Memories may fade ,
Slowly but surely they fly away ,
Feeling afraid,
Washing away day by day .
Feeling lost to the memories,
That may stray away ,
Losing sight of your priorities,
Only for a trade ,
To lose those memories,
In exchange of feeling betrayed.
As they fade,
You lose sense on the way ,
Having paid,
For it to go away ,
Only for you ,
To wish it stayed .
12th March 23
