Memories are only a fondness or a dislike of the past
One right after another wondering how long they’ll last
Trying to understand why all of it happened
Then you ask was it real or was it only imagined
Some were torn up and thrown away
And some were left in your heart to forever stay
Some are not wanted and should be forgotten
Some are terrible, some are rotten
They do not allow you to pick and choose
Some truly hurt and some leave a bruise
They tell a story of good and bad times
They live in each and everyone of our minds
They may make you laugh, they may make you cry
They create questions to which you are asking yourself why
Some do not make sense and some may confuse you
Some are created as a sense of false and a sense of truth
Some are motionless and are paused
You hate to remember why some were caused
Some may contradict things that have been done before
From them you may make a decision but are you sure
Some may cause you to feel ashamed
Some may make you believe that you were to blame
They are tied into everything that allows you to think
Some are connected to other things acting as a link
They are hushed and act as a secret
Some occur more than enough, some are frequent
No matter which ones we see
It always creates a way for us to believe
