It's all gibberish in my mind now
A little song I once loved and now forgotten
Some songs make me remember bits, though
And in those little time capsules the memories remain
It's when I hear those songs that everything clicks
When pen and paper once again mix
Everything feels like the good old days
The walls collapse and shift into a familiar place
For a moment I feel like I can change the past
But when the song ends, I wake up to reality
Moving on is a painful, inevitable thing
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Time Capsules: A Poetry Collection
PoetryI should hate it. It's a curse, after all. I've caused a lot of pain, hurt a lot of people because of it. My youth went by so fast it's like I'm still there, at the very first step towards this insanity. I can only remember fragments of it. Eight ye...
