Memory Room

I’ve always thought memories are funny,
I forget but I remember.
Sometimes I feel like a dummy,
but sometimes I feel better.

In this small memory room,
there’s us.
Letting our feelings bloom,
it’s just us.

You fill my memory room like no other.
Even if everything else floods out,
I don’t even want to bother.
Because you free me from the drought.

So…stay.
Forever, if you may.
_____________________________________
Because this memory room can only fit us.

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Memory Room

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