Pieces of memories scattered around,
Faded pictures with colors worn down.
Shadows linger in a quiet space,
Holding stories I can’t erase.
A broken frame shows cracks in time,
Each piece tells a story, but none align.
The room feels heavy with all I’ve stored,
A heart that aches but can't move forward.
Memories hold with gentle hands,
Taking the color and leaving sands.
A melody played on worn-out strings,
A ghost that sings the tune it brings.
Each moment’s a treasure, both old and new,
Wrapped in feelings I can’t undo.
They pull me back with every glance,
A fleeting moment, a fragile dance.
The ticking clock no longer moves,
The dust collects, it hides the grooves.
The smell of rain, a summer's breeze,
Carries me back to times like these.
Letters tucked in a wooden chest,
Words once shared, now laid to rest.
Each faded line brings quiet pain,
Flashes of joy that come again.
Memories hold with gentle hands,
Taking the color and leaving sands.
A melody played on worn-out strings,
A ghost that sings the tune it brings.
Each moment’s a treasure, both old and new,
Wrapped in feelings I can’t undo.
They pull me back with every glance,
A fleeting moment, a fragile dance.
If I could turn back time, would it feel the same?
Would laughter still carry my name?
Or is it the longing that makes them stay,
The quiet flame of a yesterday?
The pieces fade, but the light survives,
A gentle ember that keeps dreams alive.
Memories hold with gentle hands,
Taking the color and leaving sands.
A melody played on worn-out strings,
A ghost that sings the tune it brings.
Each moment’s a treasure, both old and new,
Wrapped in feelings I can’t undo.
They pull me back with every glance,
A fleeting moment, a fragile dance.
Faded pictures, their stories remain,
Carved in the corners of joy and pain.
Every detail shines in the haze,
Faded polaroids of brighter days.