You Are Just A Memory...
A memory from where I've learned to enjoy life not knowing where I might end up. Even if there was no future, just living in the moment we were both in.
A memory where time was endless and had no meaning. Like a photo stuck under a cold glass frame but it didn't matter cause I was stuck with you.
A memory that made me believe in things that lived only in fairy tales. But like in every story, there is an ending.
The fantasy has faded and you're left with the insanity of the Real World and you think to yourself, " Was any of it real?"
My mind is a Realist but my heart is a Dreamer.
Is it so wrong to dream? Even if it's what hurts you the most.
Indeed, You are just a Memory