Fragments

Small, small fragments.
Kept tidy, hidden away.
Just small segments.
Of happiness without dismay.

True, memories may vanish.
But it all depends on me.
Happiness don’t just perish.
How forgetful I may be.

Hate is a strong word I can’t use,
even when my feelings diffuse.
I hope we can call it truce,
after all you’re always my muse.

__________________________________
Because the good memories stay and the bad ones go.

Fragments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s