Funny how I could read,
Deep within the recesses of your mind.
Wonder how we Changed and forgot how we were,
with all the bright faces
trusting voices.
We heard without a sound.
I loved you as they said I should,
Too much? Too little?
Not so much in love anymore.
I kept the traces of black and white,
but colors, they fade...
As you start that journey, look back,
once,
everyday.
Forgetful mind - my enemy.
I hate you.
Don't make me hate you.
I kept much!
I kept them.
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