Memories

February 3, 2016

Memories can be good and bad

Remembering can be the worst part

The good memories, you'd want them to last

The bad ones, you want to leave in the past

They might even hurt you so you keep them a secret

As for the bad memories, you don't think you need it

'Cause the garden that had flowers is now covered in mold

Time for the evil to take control

That flower that you were holding is now like a torch

You're trying to bring it through the scorch

You were like Dylan O' Brien trying to get to the end

Hoping that it was all just make pretend

The concrete tries to grab your legs as you fall to the ground

But you get back up and you never turn around

The ground is a dark soul, ruining your happiness

Then you notice every small thing that is beautiful,you're passing it.

It starts raining cats and dogs outside

Then you see a door of a building

And underneath, you slide

Pink and purple confusing colors pale and poisoned as day

Lightning makes a crash sound against the building

You are stuck in this nightmare

Unless you think you may be able to leave

Lets see if you can fight there

This combination of good and bad was sweetly spicy

Water and lava, hot and icy, no more lightning

You run down the hall and you see the light

You actually smile and cheer in delight

Your torch turned back into a flower

You made your way out of the burning tower

Until you realize that it was all a nightmare

You were in the garden the entire time, you were always there.

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