The memories from Google Photos
Linger from the best days at ease!
Turning my lips into an upward curve.
The bygone days, those fleeting moments
That crossed our path
Have now passed
Leaving no room to live.
The harsh truth pains my innocent heart so deeply.
I felt everything detached.
The most comfortable days
The promising hours
Vanished so swiftly
Leaving no space for my favorite thoughts.
Like the pop of a bubble,
I felt it go so far.
Usually, I feel the heartbreak.
In the trying times
Those past moments are surely the dream,
A reverie
Of painful emotion.
That's lost.

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