When you were younger you loved a friend.
You told her,
and lost it all.
Now you’re older and in love again.
You said nothing,
and this love did grow.
You watered it from a distance,
With smiles and the pretence of friendship.
You covered it with lies,
a shoulder to…
Are memories written in stone?
Like ancient writings found in caves.
Do the past stay the same?
like old pictures in a frame.
Then why do the past hurt,
When the photos say “Happy”.
Then why do I want to forget,
all the writing; and words we said….
Happy memories…
An immigrant from the stars who really wants to change the world…Lover of technology, solution architect, entrepreneur.
