OLD MEMORIES


Travelling across the state,

With the music loud in my ears,

Watching day fade into the night,

Sunshine to moonlight.

Feeling sad for the ones I’ve left,

The home I live in,

The routine I grew used to,

Excitement to apathy.

The night is so pleasant,

The music is warm,

And while I feel free,

I still feel bound to the past.

Holding on,

To old memories,

While living in the moment,

Seems to be the only way I live now.


-themeekarestillhere

Email: roxysarah56@gmail.com

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