Up and early in the morning,
Going through the thoughts in my head,
They keep me awake and restless,
My eyes open, and laying on my back in bed.My eyes are a projector,
My ceiling is a screen,
My memories are like movies,
The ones I hope not to be seen.But they all come rushing through,
Especially the ones I don't want to remember.
Times from season to season,
Times from January to December.But once I go through them all,
And the movies are complete,
I rewind, pause,
And then press delete.In a matter of seconds, they're gone,
Memories I didn't want to keep.
Now they're lost and forgotten.
I don't have to play them on repeat.Just 'Rewind, Pause and Delete'.
~!~ Diana
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