𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 | Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ

🥀|| Memory Lane ||🥀

I walk down the nostalgic memory lane

Because I know I'll meet you there once again.

I know I'll also meet the one who caressed me to sleep,

Singing me lullabies and held me close if I wanted to weep.

The old coffee shops, dusted libraries, deserted playgrounds,

Oh! Those field trips, old cinema halls or fireworks around in my town.

And those silly and awkward first hello's

And the most bitter, painful goodbyes to my fellows.

In a way, memories shape me and I'll die with them and be one too,

Rather than dying with empty dreams, broken promises or after you.