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The old album with pictures in black and white
Is a memory so rich and bright
The worn-out books that once gave me joy
Now left on the shelf, forgotten like a broken toy
There's a teddy bear, it became my friend
One that's always there until the end
I always hold it close and hug it tight
When the tears filled my eyes in the middle of the night
There's the fluffy pillow, the softest thing I know
It was light and white like snow
I used to sink my head and it felt like a cloud
Forgetting all my worries, stress, and doubt
Each item holds a story, a piece of who I used to be
Memories of smiles and laughter, a life that was once carefree
But now, they're just reminders of what's left of history
A past that's faded away and a life that's now a mystery
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
