Scattered around formed as bits,
Gently lying down into our minds;
Growing slowly like seeds,
Rooting onto our heart in a straight line.
Forming a chain,
All within our brain,
Thinking through cycle as it remains,
We know that it's memories that help us regain..
Tears.
Memories gives us tears,
Dripping down each containing a story;
What is lost is what you fear,
Dropping down each containing their glory.
Memories.
Lost. Within.
Misses.
Sorrow.
Tears
Gone Hope
Individual's Deepest Fall.
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